Covered in sagebrush
Growing in between huge rocks
With downtown dimly glowing
Bright greens and reds
The bright yellow sun
Telling me to take off
My jacket soon
Baby quails
Rush across the road
Trailing closely behind
Their mother and father
The few trees
That are here
Give a wonderful
Cover from the sun
Sitting on a rock
Taking in all the
Natural beauty
But home doesn't
Mean Nevada
To me
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