![]() CaravanA Poem by Richard Guimond![]() Middle east caravan travel![]() Caravan
From the
noisy souk of Constantinopolis There, under
the blue dome of Hagia Sofia We set
caravan to travel to the Far East A
hundred men, goats and mehara Gone for
trade, toward legendary Baghdad Hot
desert dust burning our eyes Fiery
sunlight drying our skin From
dirty town to oasis water holes With our
companions of Muhamad's Faith Under
the tents of some Bedouin Sheik, We ate
and slept on dyed wool of Turkish rugs So many
ghostly ruins of fabulous cities Like
Nabatean Petra, now silent we passed by In
Damascus by the great sea between the lands We traded,
with ship travelling merchants Thru
Lebanon across the Jordan to Palestine Under the
antique walls of Yerushaláyim To the
desert, we returned to the burning sands To the
salty waters of land locked Dead Sea There I
witness, the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah Lot's
wife turned to stone on Yahweh's orders With
parched throats we reached the Euphrates We saw
fallen Babylon sun dried bricks I roamed
the ruins of the once tall Babel ziggurat Ending
journey to Haround Al Rachid's city Mesopotamian Baghdad, of Thousand and One Nights realm © 2015 Richard Guimond |
StatsAuthor![]() Richard GuimondBeloeil,, Québec, CanadaAboutBeen writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..Writing
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