In
the olden days we worked on the salt run . . .
In
the shimmering heat - under a burning sun . . .
We
walked our caravan - with it our wares . . .
Our
thoughts I am sure - no one is aware . . .
In
a constructed line - through the dunes . . .
Our
journeys are long - over many moons . .
.
We
are born and bred for this labours work . . .
Stopping
at sheltered palm oasis’s - our perk . . .
We
are treated as family - they know our worth . . .
We
are after all more than - the salt of this earth . . .
Camel
milk from our ladies - fill our owners thirsts . . .
It
keeps away all bad “Jin” and their awful curse . . .
We
are not without humour in our mundane lives
. . .
When
we decide then to run off in groups of fives . . .
Our
owners know to leave us be - we will return . . .
The
respect of our owners - is something we earn . . .
Our
toll - our duty - our known ability to persevere . . .
Means
massive “Dirhams” paid at the auctioneers . . .
We
have pride in our breed - above all the others . . .
We’re
blessed to be born from the greatest mothers . . .
We
are - sold - given - as dowry for our owners’ wives . . .
Others
know no other life - but those caravans’ drives . . .
We
have carried all - upon this this barren harsh land . . .
Kings
- queens - princes - princesses and humble man
. . .
Mentioned
in holy books - with it our true glory reigns . . .
Carrying
treasured goods of gold - cloth - and grains . . .
We
are use in battles and are known as the best racers . . .
Most
of all we are known to be the world’s best pacers . . .
With
our beautiful eyes we beguiled you with our charms . . .
But
with one swipe - we can knock off your head - we harm . . .
The
“Bedouins” of the desert know this - so don’t be alarmed . . .
Our
hide - wool - milk and young camel meat we are farmed . . .
May
it surprise you - a camel sold for $16.5 million “Dirhams” . . .
That
is $4.5 million in USD and just under £3.4 million to the UK . . .
Bought
at a beauty pageant no less and it only had one hump . . .
At
that price - I would expect at least two - I hear myself grump . . .
In
this progressive age - camels were to the rich replaced by cars . . .
But
never beating on price - there is for a camel - no holds barred . . .
Indiana
Shaw . . . : )
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