OcotillaCan you see a fence Builded of growing ocotillas. Each post top a flaming flower The whole a bower, Blooming beside the lonely "waterhole", Where in the glaring noonday heat, Sits a dirty old man. Smoking, selling pop and gas, And dreaming of desert gold and flower fences. |
Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
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