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