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The Call of the Desert
By: Sherone Taylor
My folks live in the desert
Somewhere south of here and there.
They talk about the beauty.
They say they want to share
With all the family living
In the mountains far away.
Come to the desert, children
We're betting you will stay.
The mountain folk came to see
If the desert was the place
To settle in as old folks
With wrinkles on our face.
Though living in places green
Has always been our way
We think we might just venture
To the desert just to play.
Our winters are too harsh
in the God forsaken land.
We want to toast our frosty toes
In the sunshine and the sand.
Wise Mother and Wise Father,
Your example we must heed.
The plant that you are growing
Started as your seed!
