The Desert Out Of Wreckage And Destruction, Springs A Welcome Sprig Of Hope - Poem by alan brown
The Sun beamed down forcibly
upon the hot and golden sand
As Vultures circled endlessly
above the lonely man
It had not been his intention
to end up in this spot
Without food or water
and by God it was very hot.
He looked off into the distance
but his only sight was sand
there was no one in this desert
that could give a helping hand.
He covered the distance slowly
as he had lost his strength
And knew that time was against him
as he was nearly spent.
Then as he came to the crest of a dune
a oaisys did appear.
With palms and grass and water
so blue and "O" so clear.
His strength for a moment did return
as he ran with all his might.
Down towards the oaisys
Which is where he died of fright.
The palms were nothing but a mirage
the water only sand
And he had a massive heart attack
as the sand ran through his hand.
The palms and water gave him a welcome sprig of hope
while mirage of the oaisys wrecked and destroyed him.
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