Footprints in the Gobi
Creative Secondary School, Justine Wai, Poetry Group 3
During the day,
A turquoise blanket covers the sky from above,
As clear and blue as the ocean.
Shadows are cast by the majestic desert giants,
Standing tall and proud,
trying to reach for the skies.
The red hot afternoon sun shines bright and strong,
With shiny golden sparks glistening in the sand.
The glorious orange sun is neglected,
and often misunderstood.
Like the boiling anger,
rising from the desert grounds.
A curtain of pastel colours rises from the south,
The desert, painted by a talented artist.
Shining bright,
with great delight.
As the brave warrior heads west.
Footprints,
left in the sand by travelers,
Trying to find the beauty in life,
Except to sleep and eat.
Living life for the first time,
As the rough hot sand rubs against their skin.
Slowly closing their eyes,
As they feel the wind’s embrace.
They walk into the sunset,
Leaving a trail of footprints in the sand.
Finally,
feeling their purpose in the world,
Learning to leave a mark.
The young travelers leave for home.
Sensing their own importance,
And continuing to be remarkable.
We too,
can do incredible things,
More than just living through this life.
