Those that travel
the barren desert
shall not die of thirst.
Somewhere, far off
A river runs wet
and clean and the
nearly dead shall
be refreshed not
to lie in heartless
grains of sand
bleached white
by unrelenting
rays; but rather they
shall enter lands
of dewy meadows
fresh with the smell
of rich earth and rise
as triumphantly
as the
eagle sours
the air.
Copyright © allen beilschmidt sr. | Year Posted 2019