Near an Abandoned Canal Bridge in Southern Utah

Infinite distance: old conceit. 
These hills bound sight, define the length 
Our fathers, innocent of defeat, 
Might seed their strength. 
This was their range. The field 
In drouth rescinds what yield 

They thought, and vision meets 
Viability’s barren edge. 
The westward scarp casts avid night; 
Waking, the chastened will regards 
The juniper in dark 
Procession on the ridge.