Las vegas desert
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Leah Landro, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2005
Barren, dry
Yet not dead.
Semi-dazed the desert lies.
Shrubs low,
grasping life.
Turning frail though alive.
Caps of ice,
a frozen life.
Going up and down but never far.
All share
a mass of land.
The mountains so close a world away.