A Dry Land

• Samantha Ryan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

The mountains fill the horizon,
The sun's heat fills the skies,
The land is tough and bare,
And the emptiness echoes cries.

Only the strongest survive,
With roots that are deep,
Only the luckiest animals are alive,
Few live well on this land.

Their is no running water,
Only tiny drops far below,
The land is yellow and dry,
Where no green things grow.

Some come from far,
Too see the once beautiful country,
But what they see will forever scar,
But for me a dry land is the best by far.