August 22, 2006
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Across the mountains eastward,
Cloud warriors flow,
Massing o’er the plains below,
‘Til in the afternoon it rains hard.
We are well set,
Nor do we cry,
Though the air is wet,
Our climate is dry.
Across the mountains eastward,
Cloud warriors flow,
Massing o’er the plains below,
‘Til in the afternoon it rains hard.
We are well set,
Nor do we cry,
Though the air is wet,
Our climate is dry.
Comments (6)
your poem really descrived mind well…thanks commnet..
I’m glad you like it…and angry sea is interest expression.
have a wonderful day…..
Send us some of that rain–we sure need it. Even my yard has cracks in it cause it’s so dry
Denver must be such a beautiful place to live.
That thunder head is gorgeous. It is interesting how Jehovah makes his powerful things beautiful too.
Our climate over here in Missouri is very humid. I miss the dry climate of Wyoming. Can’t afford to live there though, so, I am content to put up with the humidity.
Send those Monsoon rains our way……we will take all the rain we can get. Actually Wil says we need some “gully washers” to clean out the creeks and ponds to wash out the trash and sour little dabs of water that might still be around. South of us in AR they got almost 5 inches yesterday. Think that would qualify as a “gully washer”. We have decided Moses lives in our area. The waters are parted and rains fall to the north and south but not on us.
I love the fact that your poetry is “spare” and not given to a lot of adjectives. It never fails to touch me in the heart. I thank you for that!