Here's the edited version of a piece I posted a while ago. Thanks all, for your feedback, especially Remoulade. If the capitalization of each line bugs you, know that the auto-correct feature of Word is stronger than I. Finding a new, non-machine gun style...
A Little Room
The glory of a desert sky at night
Is open road,
And if a man looks up from any ravine
Near El Paso, its stone walls
Will be nothing
To the vault of wide open space above,
And each star seen is another world of sky.
It is for its sky
That the desert is home to wandering men.
If you are tired one night,
If you would rest,
Stand in the grass of a southern savannah.
You will find it a little room with cloudy walls.
Perhaps a star will peek in at you
Through a cirrus window,
And if the clouds be place higher than the moon,
A gentle lamp will be turned on.
A Little Room
The glory of a desert sky at night
Is open road,
And if a man looks up from any ravine
Near El Paso, its stone walls
Will be nothing
To the vault of wide open space above,
And each star seen is another world of sky.
It is for its sky
That the desert is home to wandering men.
If you are tired one night,
If you would rest,
Stand in the grass of a southern savannah.
You will find it a little room with cloudy walls.
Perhaps a star will peek in at you
Through a cirrus window,
And if the clouds be place higher than the moon,
A gentle lamp will be turned on.
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