BROWN SANDS
by: Mary Aldis
 y stallion impatiently
- Stamps at my side,
- Into the desert far
- We two shall ride.
- Brown sands around us fly,
- Winds whistle free,
- The desert is sharing
- Gladness with me.
- The madness of motion
- Is mine again.
- Forgotten forever
- Sorrow and pain.
- Into the desert far
- Swiftly we flee,
- Knowing the passionate
- Joy of the free.
| "Brown Sands" is reprinted from Flashlights. Mary Aldis. New York: Duffield & Company, 1916. |
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