Oh, long long The snow has possessed the mountains. The deer have come down and the big-horn, They have followed the Sun to the South To feed on the mesquite pods and the bunch grass. Loud are the thunder drums In the tents of the mountains. Oh, long, long Have we eaten chia seeds And dried deer's flesh of the summer killing. We are wearied of our huts And the smoky smell of our garments. We are sick with desire of the sun And the grass on the mountains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |