The Desert Poem by Mary Anne Simon

The Desert

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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.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,mountains
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Mary Anne Simon

Mary Anne Simon

Chandler, Arizona, USA
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