Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Desert

Sun shines,
scorching any life
attempting to grow.

Sand swarms,
scratching away
hope of comfort.

Soul stands,
seeking nourishment
from Living Water.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

thanks to Mrs. Cantrell, i have never been able to read a poem since her class without looking for a comma, period, semi-colon, or other device to know when to pause at the end of a line of poetry :)