They all walked across the soil of stone <br />Which was covered with a reddish dust - <br />Heading for the walls of the holy Smara, <br />Feeding themselves on hope and trust. <br /> <br />The wind of desert blew continuously <br />Very hot during the day <br />Rather cold at the dark night <br />Before they began to pray. <br /> <br />At the top of the hill <br />Near the tomb of the saint <br />There was a silence... of suffering <br />As if the world had stopped moving. <br /> <br />They all wanted to get to the North <br />Where water, fertile lands, hope, liberation <br />Were all waiting for them <br />To build their life in a peaceful nation. <br /> <br />(April 2010)<br /><br />Maria C. Costa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caravan-of-hope/
