Mosa Mohave
A Gem-- Vanished
A Glimpse of one who tasted life
Before the newfound meaning strife
Now a rare and precious face
Her's was once most commonplace
Broken down by ages past
this gem-stone vanished much too fast.
Born with dignity and pride
With strength and honor at her side
Respecting nature and the earth
For the richness of its worth
Never would she understand
The life of so called "Modern Man."
The fawn- colored skin and sable hair
Was confirmation to the habitat there
And eyes of rich mahogany hue
Allowed a hint of Mystic into view
Nature's cloth she made to style
A child-maiden all the while.
A rare and precious face
Now a nonexistent race
Broken down by ages past
This gem- stone vanished much too fast
How sad for us the age can't be
So we could know the little Mohave.
by Sherry Campbell