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Desert
By Roy Brammell Sage brush! Mile after mile, Quiet in the sun, and shimmering; Ever in the sun, ever shimmering! The long low mountains Seem to crouch beneath the heat, And the earth, dried to a powder, Is strewn with choked brown grass. Ants burrow in the ground And live on things that perish here. Stream beds are dry, beaten paths Of rabbits and sage coyotes That for keen thirst run the full length Of each ravine, and fall at last As did one here whose bones lie scattered, White as snow beneath the sun. God, the waste! the quivering waste! Where things grow up to die! ---------------- Poem's source : [link] PS : I took the picture in Kenya |
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...quite pessimistic title...but I like it...and the solitary tree as well...
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