The Joshua Tree is an odd-looking plant,
Not sure if it's even from earth,
With spiny long leaves and its multiple trunks,
Deserted and hot in its berth.
You won't find a Joshua lurking within
Home nurseries, gardens or lawns,
They'd rather have desert's familiar terrain,
Preferring their dry lonely dawns.
A Joshua Forest, misnomer at best,
Is hardly a thicket of trees,
Instead it's a scattered primeval cartel
That barely encumbers the breeze.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.