Sky soft pink
Above a pale blue
Waves of greyed sage brush
Cover the mesa
Adobe structures can be seen
But often one must look again
As they are so perfectly
Suited to the landscape
Made from the earth
Of clay, water and straw
They disappear into the landscape
Adobe has a long history
Eight thousand years
In the desert
Warm in winter
Cool in summer
Little mud house
Made from the earth
Offers shelter
From rain and sun
makes me feel as though i should live amongst the trees. (and we should, shouldn’t we?)
xo
erin
Your new website is gorgeous!!!!
I love the pared down look of your new blog and your words are appropriate for the times in which we live. Wherever possible we should use food and materials which are sourced as close to home as possible.
Found you again! Love the poem. There is a similar building method here, called masse, or torchis,
You have painted a lovely picture with words… love the new spot, Annelle (and enjoyed rdng. your interview on Poets United).
Sometimes I think it would be so cool, literally, to live in an adobe house:-)
Love this… and love the look of your new place. Both simple, yet stunningly beautiful.
The Native Americans definitely made good use of the materials in their environment. I could picture the setting of your poem very well here!
I was raised in the desert southwest and have a particular fondness for adobe homes. I almost did a post on adobe for this TT, but you did it better than I would have!! Wonderful, meaningful verse.
Beautifully done!!