Mornin' On The Desert

Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,

the elements have freedom,

but what about me?

 

Trailing from bar to bar

like new age saloons,

why's it so hard

just to find me a home?

 

I keep on wandering,

wondering where's my milk and honey?

People sippin' on moonshine

or as some call it money.

 

Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,

the elements have freedom,

but what about me?

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◄ Brit-Wres-Fest 2012 - NaPoWriMo Piece

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Yvonne Brunton

Sun 15th Apr 2012 18:50

I like the concept in this poem. The first/last verse have a lovely rhythm.

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