NOMAD pt. 2
The remains of what must have been a town,Provided shelter for another night,
Search as she must, not much was left behind,
Survival in this land, Seemed harder by the day,
Clothing was rags,ran crisscrossed around her body,
Kept in the heat at night, Protected from the day,
Food was rare, water rarer, depends how far you dig for both,
She knew she must leave, Continue to search,
Gathered up her pack, Slung it over her shoulder,
Strings of sun bleached hair blew in the slight breeze, Body toned and Tan,
Eyes blue as the sky, looking ahead,
Storms formed above the mountains,could feel the ground
move beneath her feet,
Far ahead she could see plumes of sand, dancing and racing across the land,
In that direction she will head,
As always, One more day,
One more day............
Richard E. Cartledge (PHOENIX) 9/5/09
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