Escape
French International School, Marieke Lie, Poetry: Group 2
Your golden hills of sand,
Everlasting there
Your rocky mountains above,
Beyond compare.
Camels trudging,
Footprints made
A sign of life,
Shadows fade.
But silhouettes stand,
To your deluded eyes
Desperation and thirst,
Slowly, your body dies.
Scorching heat,
Blowing sand
Treasures untouched,
The untrodden land.
The wind is whispering,
Hope is there
For you have to believe it,
For you have to care.
A fata morgana
Water dripping,
An oasis in the distance,
Your mind is flipping.
One step feels like miles
Your mind is blank,
A little hope strikes,
Over the sand bank.
Looking up takes lots of strength.
Your head falls back down,
You saw a mountain village,
You saw a town.
A smile appears
Energy regained,
Step to a run,
The picture is framed.
Your heart is your hope
You climb up unhurt,
Your trip is behind you,
And so is the Gobi Desert.
