They placed their ears to the ground <br />to pick up the slightest sound <br />A nomad family was in the desert marooned <br />for days at the mercy of the sun and moon <br />They hoped for a caravan or a camel cart to pass <br />that could help deliver them from their morass <br /> <br />But for them fate had decided otherwise <br />They remained alone under the burning skies <br />For their aged father dear it became too late <br />He could no longer for any succour wait <br />silently he lowered his head and died <br />A tragic end to his long and painful ride. <br /> <br />The nomads took his death in their stride <br />And chanted to keep his spirit on their side <br />Perhaps they were right to do so <br />they did not face a second death blow <br />Help arrived in the form of a straying camel <br />They rode to freedom on this loving animal<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marooned-3/
