In a Desert Winter

I asked Caleb to write a poem using “In a Desert Winter” as his first line based on Christina Rossetti’s “In the Bleak Midwinter” because we’d been studying it a bit.  I like peeking into his impressions of his world, the paradox he observes.  I think he captured our desert winter experiences better than I ever could.  Here is his poem (with, ahem, custom illustrations by Evan and Caleb respectively…a Merry Christmas greeting from us!)

In a desert winter,

 Freezing winds blew,

Which made the tents grow warmer,

The Bedouin wear heavy farwas,

Big dust storms blew and blew,

On the freezing cliffs,

The Bedouin left,

When the small snowfalls came,

The Bedouin left too.

In a desert winter,

Goats go into their stalls,

The Bedouin baked warm bread,

Lots and lots of rain came down,

On Christmas Day.