Saturday, July 5, 2008

When a nomad finds a home


Cattle feed upon the green grass
Herds are raised
Sandy grains replace the lush
Beyond recovery

Raise the banner
The chieftain said
Time to move on
In search of greener pastures

The tents come down
Horses are saddled
Campfires instead of stoves
Before settlement

When a nomad finds a home
Forever it is not
While the green lasts
A place to call their own

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