High Flyin Tumbleweed

Giant Mesa’s have gray, Elephant- footed talus slopes. That seem to be padding toward The highway. Tumbleweeds play along their toes And one, bullied by the wind, Flies like a hawk to land Where tumbleweeds never see! This one lands akimbo on the Never-ending electrical wires, It’s belly blazing in the sun Noticing a view from above Seeing anew the world that it loves! This tumbleweed waits in wonder For another blast to set it free All the while, the others are keeping watch beneath. The winds of change blow and the tumbleweed risks the jump, files through the air and lands with a skip and a bump. Her fellow plantlets give her a wild name Happily she rolls along showing them a game. New paths, seen from above New paths to new places New paths for races The game of life goes on By Lydia Grace Brescia March 29, 2011