Just keep coming back

What is it about the Southwest
It’s mystery
It’s majesty
It’s magnificence

What is it about the Southwest
That makes us want to run out into the open
Throw our arms around it, and squeeze
Never letting go

What is it about the Southwest
We all just keep coming back
It’s in our blood
The air, the sun, the dirt, the water or lack there of

What is it about the Southwest
Is it the history
War upon the people
A sense of freedom and peace

What is it about the Southwest
A soup bowel full of stars
Predictable summer weather
Sunshine with a chance of scattered sunshine

What is it about the Southwest
A dry, rough, prickly exterior
With an array of color and creatures
Water at its heart – an oasis of beauty

What is it about the Southwest
What makes it a parody of love and hate
Friend and foe
Home and home – in all senses of the word

What is it about the Southwest
Serenity
Complexity
Its coarse edges, and its smooth

What is it about the Southwest
Some people visit and say pretty
Others live and say heaven
Some do both and never can make up their minds

What is it about the Southwest
Makes me tick
Makes me breathe
Makes me want to be alive