Desert Poem by Devin Kiernan

Desert



The wind is slow and still
The ground beneath you would crumble
The lizards scurried across the flat land
The hawks were the kings here

The wind picks up
The ground seems to fly up
There's nothing but a giant wall
Hurling closer and closer

Desert
Friday, January 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: world
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 27 January 2017

Interesting, I don't quite understand the giant wall part. This seems to be the first poem that you have posted to this website. Welcome to Poem Hunter!

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