A Poem for You: The Arid Land, by Lynn Riggs


The Arid Land Lynn Riggs There will be willows plunging Their bloodless roots in air And the hard crooked flying Of buzzards circled there. About the treeless wastes No sand may ever heap With water, nothing will run And nothing creep. Arid, desolate, defiant Under its iron band Of sky, we yet may love This so sunny land.