The Call Of The Desert

The call of the desert was not to be ignored

of old tales and lore

A dream to not let him sleep

from shadows upon him creep

Of a treasure lost in the sands

across the brown grainy expanse

‘Would anyone in it believe’

his old father would grieve

Yet he had the dreamy eyes

to his loved ones he wished his goodbyes

He had to in life try

his luck in the desert dry

A little search could do no harm

the wealth found for years would keep him warm

His camel on the shifting dunes

tread smoothly its hooves in tune

the hot wind blew at his garments

on the way shook up some tents

He would not tire or relent

his soul was not to be bent

Slowly and stealthily he traversed

with few rests his journey interspersed

days passed away

Find what he seeked he prayed

Till one day a wild storm blew

his tent away flew

ruthlessly made him lost

dearly did him cost

he knew not where he was

miles aimlessly did he pass

with a prayer on his lip

some water for him to sip

painful hours later

he found what really mattered

the mad desire for treasures gone

for the gift of life his heart did moan

For God had relieved him of his crisis

Yonder lie a beautiful blue green Oasis!