This desert on the plateau
Became a village of evacuees.
The birds began to visit us from distance,
To sing their beautiful songs, these summer mornings.
July 17th 1944 – written at an internment camp in Wyoming
This desert on the plateau
Became a village of evacuees.
The birds began to visit us from distance,
To sing their beautiful songs, these summer mornings.
July 17th 1944 – written at an internment camp in Wyoming
