(after Roy Campbell)
From time immortal your waters do to your delta flow
while life and living you do to the desert land bestow
where at dusk to roost the sacred ibis do descend
while for fish mere humans do on your water depend
and to some holy the sun does red on the water glow,
while singing rusty pumps do shrill out their refrain,
where vast lies the desert with its burning sand inane,
their selenologues the jackals and hyenas do still know,
while life and living you do to the desert land bestow.
[Reference:"Vespers on the Nile" by Roy Campbell.]
© Gert Strydom
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