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87 CASA GRANDE, by            
First Line: On the gila's sun-burnt plain
Last Line: On la casa grande's brow.
Subject(s): Houses, Deserted; Legends


On the Gila's sun-burnt plain
Where naught but the mesquit grows,
And the fevered breath of the sullen simoon
From off the desert blows;

Where the earth's dry lips are athirst
And the Gila monsters crawl,
Stands a house of adobe alone and despoiled
By the years which scatter all.

The Indian as wrinkled and sere
As the leaf that rustles aground,
Has no legend-torch its grey depth to light,
And echo can find no sound.

No house of its kin on the plain;
Life refuses its brotherhood now;
Even Death has laid a reluctant hand
On La Casa Grande's brow.





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