Dusty Wind of the Coachella Valley
Spring has spent her youth
her hours have swiftly gone
summer comes burning like an aching tooth
Dusty wind blow softly on
Keep back the blasting heat
that leaves no stone to rest upon
the very earth burns the feet
Dusty wind blow softly on
Gently kiss one last spring flower
bury her seed before your powers wan
awaiting silently some spring shower
Dusty wind blow softly on.
Copyright © Luann Pfost | Year Posted 2014
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