Tourist no Tuareg

poem

 

 

 

Tourist not Tuareg

 

 I have visited the lands

 where no sign of green is seen

I have walked the desert sands

where the Nomads roam between

 

 the oases which they know

Secrets that they do not tell.

As they wander to and fro

 by hidden ways from well to well.

 

I don’t know how they navigate

 A total mystery to me

but I can appreciate.

 They see signs I do not see.

 

Adapted to their habitat,

 they have learned to live an thrive

They deserve respect for that

 ability to survive.

 

I am glad I can return

 to my own green fertile country.

Leave behind the sands which earn

 A lasting place in memory.

 

23-May-08

 

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Reviews

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A lovely poem describing the wonders and mysteries of life in a desert. I'm glad you returned back safely to your haven with memories of the desert to write about.