Upon keen winds born of frosty sighs,
Down pine and aspen covered slope,
Manzano peaks bear sonorous witness
Of Gran Quivira and lifetimes of hope.
Echoes linger briefly on familiar stage,
Ancient salinas and pueblos of stone.
Then prairie breath imbued with sage
Wings east cross cactus and pale bone.
At Río Pecos hear thirst-quenched chants
Of lost conquistadores and Apaches bold.
There songs of outlaws and land grants
Join lonesome cowboy melodies of old.
Whispers on winds from distant mountains
Crave an ear and for songsters they long.
Their tales find voice on the Staked Plains--
Gran Quivira medleys in meadowlark song.
- © Ilija Lukić 2013 -