Only the strongest…
French International School, Nicholas Wong, Poetry: Group 2
The scorching, hot dazzling bright grains of sand fill the Gobi desert,
The stinking carcasses of wild asses, lie still, as silent as a stone.
The graceful wind swiftly covers everything in its path.
The snow leopards feast in the frozen mountains of ice.
As frightening as ever, the wolves call their pack,
with bloodcurdling howls,
The chilling wind of the night blows silently, creeping through the land.
But when the sunrises, the land becomes parched,
leaving no trace of the night.
No freezing winds,
No cold night air,
Only the hot dried desert,
Dried up rivers,
For this is the Gobi desert.
