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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Haboob Cinquain

Desert
dusty wind blows
a wall of sandy grit
unable to see in the storm
haboob

     Before I moved to the desert, I didn't know the word haboob, which is a fierce sand storm.  Can you write your own cinquain today?



paved road
warmed by the sun
four quail scuttle across
a rabbit races after them
good day
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2 comments:

  1. Linda A.November 29, 2012 at 2:57 AM

    Joy,
    I see a picture book about a typical day in the desert with your name on the spine. Go for it!

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  2. JoyNovember 29, 2012 at 7:58 PM

    Linda,
    You say the sweetest things. Thanks for the good thoughts.

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