The Nomad - Poem by Marian Hallet
The nomad roams the desert.
His Guide -- the Evening Stars,
He sleeps 'neath a vast black canopy
And dreams of realms afar.
Cactus -- his companion,
Dry brown desert brush,
He rests upon the Red Rock
Amid red desert dust.
He braves the shrieking sandstorms,
Those wailing desert winds,
His skin burns from the scorching
(His spirit aches within.)
He thirsts and hungers daily,
He longs to see the Green
Clear and rippling stream.
He has no friends or family,
No worldly ties that bind,
His life -- aimless journey,
He seeks ... but never finds.
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