The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning was SAND.

Well, Bobby Burns once wrote an ode to a Mouse, to a Louse, and even an Address to a Haggis. So why not to a Camel?
Fellow Traveller
the miles you must go the grit in your teeth the sand always pulling at weary splayed feet what you’d give for a drink an oasis of calm in this bleak weary land for your spirit a balm a place to unload those burdens that press and sit yourself down for refreshing and rest like you, poor old camel I constantly weave toward the night coming the promised reprieve ahhh...

Image: LoggaWiggler — Pixabay
This is your best poem yet!!! (IMO)
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I’m really glad you like it. 🙂
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A well-deserved rest!
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Definitely, after plodding all that way through sand.
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