Where the wild,dusty wayward winds shriek
over the sizzling desert that is where
he shall go,for it is there that the wondrous
silence and freedom that he so humbly seeks resides.
Upon those lonely,bright,burning white sands
his glorious future impatiently awaits.
And upon those blazing dunes he shall silently sit
and ponder the problems of his tragic little world
until his prayers are at last heard.
Donavon Scott Vinson