Imagine freedom of the west meeting boho...organic rock combined with sterling silver and fashionista style.
This 18-inch three strand necklace features:
faceted yellow jade (said to bring joy and happiness) rectangles,
subtly colored mookaite (said to fortify the immune system) round gemstones and
jasper (believed to promote organizational abilities and seeing projects through)
...in a wide colorful array of reddish/brown/rust/cream/hints of gold.
Adding lots of visual interest and style are a variety of sterling silver beads, including one with a wonderful face. Increasing the style volume are a few larger sized jasper gemstones in some fascinating and funky natural shapes.
The clasp adds to the funky, organic, stylish look. It's an eye-catching sterling silver attraction featuring scrolled embellishments and lovely rounded edges.
Mornin’ on the Desert – a cowboy poem
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.
No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe,
Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe.
Mornin' on the desert, and the air is like a wine,
And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine.
No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away,
And a little 'dobe shanty that belongs to me and May.
Lonesome? Not a minute: Why I've got these mountains here,
That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer.
They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot,
An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan and coffee pot.
Mornin' on the desert-- I can smell the sagebrush smoke.
I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke.
Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live,
He tears up so much that's beautiful that the good God has to give?
"Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same,
have you ever seen the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame?
An' that greasewood thicket yonder -- well, it smells jest awful sweet,
When the night wind has been shakin' it -- for its smell is hard to beat.
Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town.
But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown.
All day through the sagebrush here the wind is blowin' free.
An' it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.
The poem listed, Mornin' on the Desert, is by the author Katherine Fall Pettey. It is in her 1910 book, Songs of the Sage Brush.
