The Desert

by

Jeanette Chico


When I walk in the desert
the birds sing very beautifully
When I walk in the desert
the trees wave their branches in the breeze
When I walk in the desert
the tall saguaro wave their arms way up high
When I walk in the desert
the animals stop and look at me as if they were saying
"Welcome to our home"


From When it Rains: Papago and Pima Poetry edited by Ofelia Zepeda, University of Arizona Press, Sun Tracks Vol. 7, © 1982 Jeanette Chico.

This poem is also available in the 'O'odham language.

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