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Voice of Eve

ISSUE 13 - MAY 31, 2019

Stefanie Stewart 78

Toni La Ree Bennett 86

Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb 94

The Desolate Sentinel

ERIN HANSBROUGH

It hasn’t rained in days. The golden grains drift in puffs From the sand dunes And I wait, staring up at the sky For a wisp of cloud or a flying beast To bring me word of water.

Even the cacti, once red, once green, Are turning dry, brittle, dying in the desert heat And when they fall, Billowing great clouds of dust, There will be no hope Or cool, dark shade left.

And I could escape, Fly away to the ocean and never return, But this is my home And I won’t ever desert The wide open sky and warm, sleepy stones.

Perhaps the sun glares too bright now Or the heat bears down like burning sagebrush, But I will always love this yellow, arid land And maybe it will rain tomorrow.

Window Tree

LINDA MAGILTON LANGE

This is my window tree ----- A place where Mother Nature comes to sit; to admire her tree and caress its leaves. Today She must have been picking red berries.