Tomas's Meadow

Near towering Tonguehill Glacier
Tómas's Meadow lies,
the only green oasis
under the desert skies.

Here my dear friend's horses
hurried once in their need;
never again will he graze them
on his grassy upland mead.

Wide is the Dancing Desert,
distant the weeping sea.
Where sands are sweeping northward
my soul is hurrying me.
(Contributed by daniel on Friday, April 1st, 2011)
 
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