I Once Met A Voyager
Holy Family Canossian College, Lo Wing Kwan Winky, Poetry: Group 4
I once met a voyager who spoke the tongue of Camels.
“What’s between Mongolia and China?” I humbly asked.
“Lies the harshest place on Earth. Snow falling down
On the endless sea like blessings from the god called Tengri.
Wind blew through whippingly as if callings from a shaman.
Between dunes of sand a group of Camels walked by.
Legs so strong you would have never seen and two humps on the back,
Eyelashes so thick, so long, two pairs of them on each side.
Heading the pack stood the most powerful. I asked,
‘What’s life like in the primitive, pestilent desert?’
The Camel stretched its neck and scrunched its nose,
With Battle scars all over, in a raspy voice it said,
‘Life in Gobi is like the weather in Gobi.
Beautiful, but changes may come abruptly.
Some pass, others got outrun. It is a battle
Of life you fght with a will called wisdom.’”
