Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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LA CUESTA 1930 TO THE DESERT I think you are a woman waiting there With aching heart and empty arms, And eyes full set in dryness and despair That ask what worth your gypsy charms If none will come to claim or Wish to care. Oh woman with the throbbing, sun-kissed heart, We two have known such love as men Have sought to find the whole wide world apart, What secrets we have told or when, These matter not except as lovers' art. Some night your call will come to me, and I Shall not be deaf. Before dawn's sun My steys shall lead to you, nor shall I sigh Because your love means death. Once won, Your breast beneath my head,-so let me die. -D. MAITLAND BUSHBY . '26, The Desert Poet. Book Rights Reserved One Hundred Forty-f

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LA CUESTA 1930 DESERT LAND fAwarded the Bushby Poetry Prize-offered ever year by Mr. D. Maitland Bushby, '26, The Desert Poet. J I have come away from the mad turmoil To a sun-baked home on the desert soil, From the long days spent 'mid the cities' noise To the simple life and the primal joys, To the wide blue sky, and the warm brown sand, And the silent depths of the Desert Land. I shall leave the doubts and the pallid fears, , That would haunt my soul through the passing years, For the mystic charm of the realm I love, With its mountain peaks and its stars aboveg I shall feel the peace that my heart has plannedg I shall find it here, in the Desert Land. I have come out here near the heart of things, Where the desert Wren in the cactus sings, Away from the weary, jostling throng In the merciless hurrying all day long, For I hear the call of the Desert Land- Oh! I feel God's here and will understand. -Lawrence Barfell One Hundred Forty-five