Desert DreamA Poem by John HalstedDesert Dreamscape
Desert Dream
Walking thru’ the desert
The landscape is a blot
Vivid pinks, browns and reds
Man this place is hot
The bones of past animals
Lie bleached on the ground
My daughter runs up to me
And says Daddy look what I’ve found
It’s nothing but a rock my dear
A lump of solid earth
With tears in her eyes she runs away
A million is what its worth
A man appeared before me
An axe stuck in his head
I say “Whats up son?
Shouldn’t you be dead?”
He shimmers away before my eyes
Leaving me to wonder
Am I dreaming or awake
What is this cloud I’m under?
The sun begins to slowly fall
Gradually turning from yellow to red
A great big round orange ball
And under a cactus I see my bed
I wonder whose dream I am in
Silver clouds turn slowly green
The sweat pours from my shiny skin
Clouds morphing into shapes never before seen
A chimney pours out black empty smoke
As I wander thru’ this farscape
Is this real or is this a joke
Will I, wont I ever escape
But wait the end is nigh
I am but a cloud in the sky
© 2008 John Halsted |
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Added on March 21, 2008 AuthorJohn HalstedLondon, United KingdomAboutI am South African born and educated at Westville Boys High and Bath University, Somerset, UK. On my Father's side of the family my Grandfather was Australian and my Grandmother English. On my Mother'.. more..Writing
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