Baghdad palms ~ growing
in the Arizona desert.
Far from woe
blissfully ignorant of pain.
Noticed by the many
while lining freeway passes,
charming the few
when planted on private property.
Few know ~ fewer care;
from whence they came.
Their ancestors and kin at origin
know their roots.
Longing to be with their kindred
~ safe and secure
on the Arizona landscape
instead of feeling the pain.
War and deprivation ~ fearful of death
and sabotage ~ as a contrast ~ their relatives
live in peace and tranquility.
Oh Arizona!
© 2003 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
