I long for the peace of the desert, And the sagebrush in the sun . . . The rosy sky of the morning, And the blue when the day is done . . . The rustle of hot, dry grasses, The lake bed, alkali pale . . . The crackle of brush in the herder's fire . . . The scent of a cattle trail . . . The loneliness of the desert . . . The stillness that needs no @3word@1 . . . The sound of a sheep bell in the dusk, The song in the throat of a bird . . . The voice of the desert is calling, The desert beckons to me . . . The soft caress of the night wind . . . And the lull of a silent sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON CHRIST THE CONSOLER by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER SEVEN HONEST MEN by MARTIN BENSON |