Bedouin tribes
Mounds and heaps of dry sand land
Desert winds like wild fire blow
Hot winds swirls, sun shines bright
The dusk fears to relieve the heat
Hot air hangs on and fangs
Clouding moods,the air slowly cools
Bedouin tribes on camels ride
Lovers of the desert wide
Mother land like mother loved
The desert mouse with soft wet fur now
To and fro it moves in the gleam of light
Collecting seeds and then to burrow deep
In the night when dewdrops appear
On leaves and flowers of desert plants
Quenching thirsts and cleansing paths
Homes and wares it engulfs
Dew cooling free and fair
Holds all that it touches in sweet embrace
Prepare for day’s hot sweeping air
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Very nice.
Bedouin. I'll take the oasis!
nature complements Bedouin tribes souls with a sense
of belonging.
Thank you J.K. for sharing your superb writing.
Yes, I love the desert, especially late at night and early in the day.
Ron
A desert poem simply sublime.
Michael D.
the only sand i care for is at the beach ;)