Quiescent under the brazen sky Like patient animals, dumb with pain, The huddled hills of the coast range lie And meekly wait for the first fall rain. Charred and embered by summer sun, Dead and twisted, their grasses rest In breeze-tossed windrows dead and dun Like a filmy ash on each rounded crest. Deep scarred canyon and rough crevasse Have quite forgotten their springtime flowers; Clothed with the sere and ashen grass They pant with thirst for the longed-for showers. The sun beats down through October haze And the seared hills moan with a breath of pain, "Now are the aching autumn days, "Send us the rain, Lord, send us the rain!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |