Shipped Out

by | Sep 1, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

The ‘Bedu’ strike their camps in unison
‘Bull’ Camels, roar disdain from lack of sleep
Huge Caravans pre-empt the rising Sun
In silhouette atop the sand dunes creep
When viewing such as time alone hath known
Blind ignorance of Earthly progress made
In wonderment I’ve heard these tales full grown
As elders sitting ‘round such camp fires bade
Young boys regaled by Sheiks in flowing robes
Of derring-do betwixt the warring tribes
Their worry beads withdrawn from inner thobe’s
Recounting escapades as each imbibes
Against the wind borne sand that’s predisposed
Our ‘Desert Ships’ bed down with lashes closed


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