Down on the beach
a lone camel stands.
The seat on his back is empty.
At his master’s voice
he bends his knees,
and sits
patiently waiting.
His head turned to the surf and the wind.
Down on the beach
a lone camel stands.
The seat on his back is empty.
At his master’s voice
he bends his knees,
and sits
patiently waiting.
His head turned to the surf and the wind.