like arab

He wraps his face up with a

cloth to fight heat & sand up.

looks up & holds his stick up.

Birds & cargoes fly by but

the sky is barren.

No thick, dark clouds and

it looks unlikely to pour down.

The insects are having fun

encircling him and his beast.

It’s not just any other beast but,

a desert horse.

The animal can spend days without

having had drank a tot.

The wind is blowing and the merciless

sun chaps his skin.

It’s a pity he has no sun-screen,

even if he had, it’s before the evolution

of man and there are no drug-stores.

Being so, all he has to do now,

is to saddle up and hit the road

like arab.


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