Mary Anne Simon

(Chandler, Arizona, USA)

The Desert - Poem by Mary Anne Simon

The desert is a hot place
Where the sun boils the earth's face,
Where flowers bloom in crayon colors,
Where a coyote's voice hollers,
Where rocks stand as statues unconscious,
And where mountains background us.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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