Twilight on the Desert
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Poem by Roscoe G. Willson: The light of day has gone. The west Glows bright with clouds of golden hue. The desert life that shuns the day Creeps forth to bid the sun adieu. Down from the mountain breathes the wind; The night hawk darts with eerie cry, While starkly stands the desert growth In silhouette against the sky. |
