A Snowman On Sahara Poem by Gilbert Sampson

We were born and bred on sand’s dome
Oh yes we heard that roses are red
Indeed we heard of snow and rain
How joyful it is to play in its globule
As it showers the farms and fields of corn
Beseeching temperature to cool its warmth
Never do we play nor get wet in rain
If we do its sweat in the sun’s scorching name
For you to ever miss your distant lover
All you need is ticket to a train
Within few minutes you’re there hugging Jane
Heard of your cold winters and the falling snowflakes
And how your families go skiing and make snowmen
Come brother come! Can you show me?
Show me how to make a snowman on Sahara

Cactus our rose and Camel our train
The warm sandy wind it is our rain
Not so pleasant to play within
Cover your head with scarf and eyes with specs
Or your eyeballs are wet and in pain it aches
Seen you on television in numerous sport
Swim in rivers and surf on waves
Saharan juveniles like us go fishing on oasis
Born a horse racer I am, but tell me are camels faster?
Born swimmers we are if only oases were bigger
How we desire to be pilots but forced around Welwitschia
Our heart desires burnt into ashes by Sahara’s blistering sun
If not for rattlesnakes we would lie on our backs make wishes to shooting stars
Come sister come! Can you show me?
Show me how to do what I delight without their restraints

Show me please show me
To make a snowman on Sahara