Tumbleweeds blow.
Cirrus clouds flow.
Deserts burn.
Dust-devils churn.
Sand dunes shift.
Dust clouds drift.
Wagon grooves.
Nothing moves.
By Graham, 7th grade
[photo by John Shields via flickr]
This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.
