Sand in the Gobi Desert
PLK Choi Kai Yau School, Dorothy Kwok, Poetry: Group 2
I placed my hand in the sand,
I got a handful of sand in my fist.
It felt different,
Yet, it was special.
The sand of the Gobi Desert smelled like history,
As if I’d traveled back in time.
It smelled like fossils and dinosaur bones,
It was special, wasn’t it?
The sand of the Gobi Desert looked like gold,
As if I’d been to the mines.
It looked like precious coins and diamonds,
It was special, wasn’t it?
The sand of Gobi Desert tasted like nature,
As if I’d turned my backyard into a greenhouse.
It tasted like the dry soil and cactus,
It was special, wasn’t it?
I placed my hand in the sand,
I got a handful of sand in my fist.
It felt different.
Yet, it was special.
