In the Desert
In The Desert - Desert Inclinations
Warm souls ride camels high to inclinations
Shifting landscapes change and rise
Reach inside the sands, breath sunburn dry
With buzzards on the bone, drawn in winds direction
Beyond the dunes, there are more dunes to find
Bodies have a tougher time out there, turned red, baked
Dehydrated, never enough water at the oasis
To quench the land and comfort man
Who takes his solace in the sun in endless desolation
The kind you can’t escape from
Earl Schumacker -Created on 9/15/14 for In The Desert – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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