From "Our Caliche Pit" by Jerry Sires

My daddy used to let people dump

In our caliche pit.

They'd bring trash, and leaves and

old dead sheep and all kinds of sh*t.

But it sat there, right beside the road

And he always had a good heart

When I was eight or nine years old

It seemed like a work of art.

 

It had stalagmites in the middle

The bulldozer couldn't dig

A lot like Carlsbad Caverns

And just about as big.

I found a box of cans there once

From Canco Company

And just about that time they were on

National Teevee.

Sort of made you feel you were part of the world

And in to every thing.

Man that old caliche pit

Sure was good to me.