Your Voice Carries


In the High Mountain Desert

Your voice carries.

Whether atop an arroyo,

Into the valley below;

Or from one neighbor

to the next,

Your voice carries.

Much like a pebble tossed

Into a pond,

Your voices carries.

Or a like a small town or bar,

Where everyone knows your name,

Your voice carries.

Hello and good will

Can be heard for miles;

Just as “This land is mine;

Don’t cross my line,”

In the High Mountain Desert.

For here,

Your voice carries.