Dusty roads take me out
To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches -

To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs -

To where a streamlet flows -
Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
See the course slowly change -

To the canyon shadows
I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
Of piñon for awhile -

To where the earth stands still
And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
Is bright and faultless.