Where the warm brown sands of the desert lie, And beauty blooms in the evening sky, The pungent sage and the whispering pines, And romantic tales of her silver mines Put a lilt in the veins that keeps one young From the time life starts until 'tis done -- In Nevada. A musician she since her days began, And she plies her bow on the heartstrings of man; Love is her bow and her music haunts, (For wherever one is it's Nevada he wants,) She is Friday's child, loving and giving Courage and truth and a heap of living -- Nevada. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE |