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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DESERT DEAD, by IRENE WELCH GRISSOM
First Line: There is a hill of shifting sand
Last Line: The lonely desert dead.
Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating
First Line: There is a hill of shifting sand
Last Line: The lonely desert dead.
Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating
There is a hill of shifting sand,
Wide stretching sweep of arid land,
Far, far away blue mountains stand --
These guard the desert dead.
The stars move calmly overhead,
Suns rise and set, above each bed
A shining haze is lightly spread
To decorate the dead.
About a cross the gray sands heap
As restlessly they crawl and creep,
Until the name is buried deep
That marks a barren grave.
And never there a human sound
Above the bleak and narrow mound,
The waste winds drifting round and round
Alone mourn for the dead.
Forgotten ones who sleep as well
Beneath the desert's mystic spell
As if they lay in wooded dell --
The lonely desert dead.
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