Tumbleweeds blow.

Cirrus clouds flow.

Deserts burn.

Dust-devils churn.

Sand dunes shift.

Dust clouds drift.

Wagon grooves.

Nothing moves.

By Graham, 7th grade
[photo by John Shields via flickr]

apad2
This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Share this entry:
Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestmail

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *