South Mountain
Cacti and creosote everywhere
The sun shines with unstoppable glare
The trails run crooked here and there
I stroll along without a care
Acacia, palo verde and ironwood
Put me in a wistful mood
I would not change it if I could
It all makes me feel so good
Ravines run off the mountain side
Snakes and javelinas in them hide
This is there home, where they abide
I plan to stay on their good side
The breeze whips up a mist of sand
Then falls to dust on the prairie land
The majestic hills, ah so grand
Formed by God’s artistic hand
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