Across desert wastelands
Dry hillsides
Parched earth and stones
In dry wadis bleached
By summer sun,

Bedouin tents with goat hair rugs
Tumbling brush deep canyons
Eroded hillsides creating undulating
Patterns in never ending,
Always changing patterns
Gray, brown, and cream,

Herds of goats and sheep
With rugged children and
Fierce dogs standing guard,

Shepherds with tall staffs
Crouched under rocky crags,

Time passes
Age old patterns the same in the
Never ending, always changing
Desert of this land.