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
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.