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Morning On The Desert

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This poem has long been printed and recited with no author cited. It was a popular postcard image, and most of those state it was "(Found written on the door of an old cabin in the desert)"

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Morning on the Desert

Morning on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
And it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you an' me.
No more stuffy cities where you have to pay to breathe—
Where the helpless, human creatures, throng, and move, and strive and seethe.

Morning on the desert, an' the air is like a wine;
And it seems like all creation has been made for me an' mine.
No house to stop my vision save a neighbor's miles away,
An' the little 'dobe casa that berlongs to me an' May.

Lonesome? Not a minute: Why I've got these mountains here;
That was put there jest to please me with their blush an' frown an' cheer.
They're waitin' when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot—
An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan an' coffee pot.

Morning on the desert! I can smell the sagebrush smoke;
An' I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke.
Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live,
He tears up much that's beautiful, that the good God has to give?

"Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same;
Have you ever saw the moonlight turn it to a silv'ry flame?
An' that greasewood thicket yonder—well, it smells jest awful sweet
When the night wind has been shakin' it; for smells it's hard to beat.

Lonesome? well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town.
But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown;
All day through the sagebrush here, the wind is blowin' free.
An' it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.

by Katherine Fall Pettey, from Songs from the Sage Brush, 1910

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from That Damned Elsewhere ep, track released 10 June 2010
Music by The Huge
Lyrics by Katherine Fall Pettey, from Songs from the Sage Brush, 1910

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Recorded at Inner Mass Area
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The huge is a song-writer. Music is his greatest passion. He started playing and writing songs at the age of 8 after a ... more beautiful childhood joined in the south of Italy. In few years he has acquired a very personal style due to approaches to this art always rethought at his own way.
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