Winner
Sands of the Gobi
Hong Kong International School, Megan Simonson, Poetry: Group 2
In the black, just one of the pack,
millions surrounding me.
I’m buried so deep, from danger I keep,
I will never want to see.
Wedged in tight, without a glimmer of light
the desert feels small.
The muffled wind would sigh, from above I heard no cry.
Who could imagine what soon would befall.
All grains of sand are exceptionally bland,
I’m just one of the same.
I am brown and rough. My outside’s tough,
it’s common to have no name.
My world is still, and nothing has gone downhill,
experiences far from rife.
Life was never difficult, my days without a jolt,
I live for nothing else in my life.
Then the wind came, vibrating, screaming its shame,
I felt something shift.
My fellow grains, eyes wide - going insane.
The world around me started to lift.
Then I’m up there too. I floated, I flew.
I was now aware of my size.
They warned me in my nook, I don’t want to look,
but temptation wins, I open my eyes.
It comes at me, the beauty I see.
I gasp, and I stare.
Colors a blur, there’s more I am sure.
For once, I myself feel bare.
I shiver from cold, for the wind is bold,
it leads me around.
Hundreds of golden dunes lie, opposite to sky,
now I hear a gentle sighing sound.
Trees and shrubs stand tall, The Great Green Wall,
separating humans and the Gobi desert.
On the landscape so vast, you probably wouldn’t last
just you and your yurt.
