Breanna Verkon

Desert - Poem by Breanna Verkon

There are buzzards on the window
Where did the sun go?
The harsh sun shines down
Wind blows in this silent town
Water drips from the hose
Sweat runs off my nose
Sand sticks in my skin
I run around with my fellow kin

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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