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THIRST by ROBERTA ROBERSON CHILDERS

First Line: THE WITHERING SUN DROPS GRUDGINGLY
Last Line: A DRY TROUGH GREETS THEIR DAY-LONG THIRST.
Subject(s): DROUGHT;
The withering sun drops grudgingly,
Still clutching mountain edges,
Then horses follow winding trails
Over blistered desert ledges
To idle windmill -- still air, cursed.
A dry trough greets their day-long thirst.



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