The whispering place
French International School, Tanvi Wadekar, Poetry: Group 2
The Gobi desert is so peaceful,
No war, no fighting, no noise to be heard.
The amazing smooth sand
Feels silky under foot
It squishes through toes, without a thought.
The hissing of rattlesnakes,
The tapping of camels,
Howls of grey wolves,
The piercing call of the eagle,
Are all diminished and lost
In the vast, desert plain.
Beware; beware of the Mongolian Death worm,
Its venomous acid,
Takes no hostages,
Yellow you’re turn and fast as it dashes.
The Saxual trees are your only rest haven,
But don’t be fooled by the beautiful flower
Which adorns it – its sting is not pleasant
Beware; beware, for you have been told,
Enter the desert and you may never be seen.
