With Apologies to the Eagles
Rising before the light
Riders leaving through the night
Out on the desert highway
Warm wind in my hair
Sweet smell of camels
Rising up in the air
Far ahead in the distance
A welcoming sight
Errol parked on the roadside
Time to stop for a bite
Turning onto the gravel
The ringing of Shanny’s cell
Wondering to myself
Could this be heaven
Could this be hell
Starting on the road again
Hearing Henry’s call
60km more you’ve done it all
Last thing I remember
Carrying me down a hall
Reading some writing on a wall
A cryptic message
Whispering to me
This tour is not meant to deceive
You can check out
Anytime you like
But you can never leave
- Barb & Ken Cross
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Posted September 14, 2007 by Field Writer
Uzbekistan |
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