The earth beneath the desert sun is baked to shades of brown and dun. <br />A sea of sand which ceaselessly moves with wind uneasily. <br />The land marks here are far and few but known by those belonging to the nomad bands who freely roam this sea of sand and call it home. <br />A people fierce and proud and free who guard their secrets ruthlessly. <br />Intruders are not welcome here; invaders simply disappear. <br />Their fate is very seldom known, the desert can protect its own <br />Whole Roman legions were erased their resting place cannot be traced. <br />The desert knows but will not speak some bones are found by those who seek <br /> to solve the ancient mysteries. Perhaps rewrite the histories. <br />To validate their theories of how an army disappears. <br />without a clues as to their fate. A subject open to debate. <br /> <br />The desert sands move constantly, sometimes revealing teasingly <br />bleached bones and weapons on the sand which scholars strive to understand. <br />Does it matter anyway? Why do we seek to know today <br />what happened to the lost legion. Although the legend lingers on. <br />The desert will not satisfy our burning curiosity <br />The desert knows but will not share the scholars find this hard to bear. <br />The desert lands conceal with ease volumes of untold histories. <br />Which earnest scholars yearn to read, perhaps one day they will succeed. <br />But until then the burning sun will bake the earth to brown and dun <br />Maintaining its long secrecy in brooding silent dignity. <br /> <br />30-Dec-08 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-legion-for-friend-thad/
