byHelen J. Ramon
- The desert is our home.
There where saguaro are so many.
Where greasewood is green.
Smelling nice.
The desert is cactus fruit.
Prickly pear, cholla, mesquite beans.
The desert is work, but for our good
The desert is for our good.
From When it Rains: Papago and Pima Poetry edited by Ofelia Zepeda, University of Arizona Press, Sun Tracks Vol. 7,
© 1982 Helen J. Ramon.This poem is also available in the 'O'odham language.
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