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.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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