The Desert Plain Poem by Emily Hero

The wind blew, like a breath
Across the desert plain.
The sweeping land, which never
Felt the tender kiss of rain.

Where nothing seemed to stir,
While down the sun did beat,
Which scorched the yellow land
Like a torch atop a keep.

Amongst the shadows lay,
The beasts of many form,
Gathered all together
Like sweet children in a dorm.


The plants drooped to the ground,
Like monks about to pray
For the cool rain to come
And wash away the day.

The wind blew, like a breath
Across the desert plain.
The sweeping land, which never
Felt the tender kiss of rain