Arizona

now we lay our heads to rest,
kept safe beneath this mantle gray
we stayed out far too long to play,
our mettle put to endless test

bright flowers rained about our heads
and wild winds whipped our downy hair
mother, my dearest, are you there,
come now to put us all to bed?

together at last, our eyes now closed
and over our heads fair mother prays
“though they have seen such lively days,
let not their fates be presupposed.”

we stayed out far too long to play,
and now we children rest in peace
in beds of softest cloudy fleece,
beneath this heavy mantle gray

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