The white hot desert sun <br /> sits straight up in the sky <br /> bleaching bones and <br /> mountain ridges <br /> barren to the eye <br /> distant saguaro cacti <br /> seem to surf the waves of heat <br /> while sagebrush protest weakly <br /> die of sunstroke at their feet <br /> oasis shimmer promises <br /> that tempt the parched dry land <br /> reflections of a palm grove <br /> woven in these grains of sand <br /> the white hot desert sun still <br /> sitting straight up in the sky <br /> scorched saguaro cacti <br /> simmer 'neath Sol's <br /> searing eye <br /> <br />111809<br /><br />Terri Turrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saguaro-cacti/
