A Day In The Life Of The Desert

• Luke Rainsford-Green, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The eagle soars across the desert land.
As the wind howls through the hills like a marching band.
With nothing to bare but a dead tree no water or liquid but fox pee.
Left in the sand to soak dry.
As memories of wet times left and said goodbye.
Free souls wander across the desert landscape.
Passing dead plants that wither and drape.
The harsh land that wasn't meant to be crossed.
Is built of tough souls that weren't really lost.
This journey be quite a duty.
But bide together and admire its dazzling beauty.
As the day nears its end and the sun shines no more, a new day is in sight.
And it holds the key to the future which looks so bright.