Desert Rose

poem about the desert

Desert Rose

As I start walking

I'm parched & dry

It tis so hot.....

as the sun

bears down on

my weary soul

Yet, beauty can

and will be found

in this vast wasteland

of seeming death

but it holds life that

creeps and crawls

as darkness falls

Soon the creatures

scurry here and there

gathering their meals

to fill there bellies

that must be hungry

like mine was

my that snake sure

tasted good roasting

on a stick above the fire

Then I climb up

on a rock to

keep safe for

the night til' the

mornin' rises again

then I see it.....

what I came out to view

so

endlessly searching for

“The Desert Rose”

Reviews

[Octob3r Star]

Reminds me of the song; Desert Rose by Sting. :)
Awesome piece

-joshua