Treasure in the sands
Shatin Tsung Tsin Secondary School, Mavis Lam, Poetry: Group 3
Sand beneath my feet,
Sunrays burning on my head
As I walk through the sands in the heat
My thoughts burning red
Wondrous things I’ve seen-
Those camels with goods on their backs
Silk, tea or golden rings
They leave long, narrow tracks
Every footprint has a story,
of who left it here.
Every sand has a is a mystery.
of what brought it there.
Sometimes a see a cactus,
Standing alone in the barren
I am lucky to hear a cry
From a long lost heron.
The desert shimmers in the sun
As the sun slowly goes down
Again alone in the night is no fun
I’m sure you’ll wake with a frown
See a snake slithering through bushes?
See a caracal’s eye glitter?
Hear a lizard’s feet while it rushes?
Don’t panic, don’t scream, don’t shiver
Because my friend, I tell you
All of those are treasures
A grain of sand to an animal
In a desert ,everything gives you pleasure.
