A Journey Across Gobi Desert
Tsung Tsin Primary School and Kindergarten, Wong Tsun-hang, Poetry: Group 2
Standing on the land,
With yellowish-brown sand.
Nothing I can hear,
Only the ‘sizzling’ sound of fear.
Sitting on the amber,
Thinking of the water.
Looking at the sky,
When will it cry?
The upcoming scary storm,
Makes the strong land reform.
The plateaus were turned into plains,
Sometimes changed to hilly terrains.
Walking through the sandy land,
Feeling grateful that I’m a lucky man.
I am still alive, I can survive.
