...I can see a lurking coyote all around the purple haze...

The other evening I was outside and heard a couple of coyotes yapping behind our house.
It reminded me of a poem we memorized about Arizona mountains when I was younger.

"I am lonesome, oh so lonesome for that far away southwest,

Where the shadows fall the deepest over the mountain crest.

I can see a lurking coyote all around the purple haze;

I can hear a lobo hollering down where the longhorns graze.

And somewhere up a canyon I can hear a lion whine.

In those far off Catalina Mountains at the Arizona line."

65-0217 - Rev. William Marrion Branham