by Samantha Haren
They tread
upon a sea of sand
With no end
in sight.
Shu dances
over dunes
and gives
the sand its bite
They
struggle to set up camp
but stay
silent in their plight.
Camels rest
and dunes darken
As Ra gives
way to night.
The groan of
a camel
gives the
caravan a fright.
Two stones
are struck together
And the fire
comes alight.
All welcome
the warmth.
Sparks rise
and take flight.
Then dreams
take one to places far,
A home of
warm delight.
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