A Desert Story…

One day as I walked through the desert sand
I saw an an army of the past stand before me
They stood bold, courageous and thousands strong
Each man could fore see of his final destiny
I walked amongst their ranks in the heat of the sun
I myself knowing the ending of their battle
Looking across the land I seen their enemy come
The invaders of this proud and prosperous land

The armies approached each other
And destinies calling began to unfold
Knowing one day this would be the story
That by the campfires would be told
The defenders stood proud and battled
The fate of their homeland was in their hands
And hours past like seconds in time
Until not one brave man did stand

They say it never rains in this desert
A dry land where water does not run
But on this day there was a river of red
That flowed under the hot desert sun

They say it never rains in this desert
The land has been dry for a thousand years
But on this day it rained the blood of the brave
And the salt of their widows tears

As years go by and time hides the past
Few memories remain of that day
Hot winds do blow across the land
Changing its contours along the way
But to this day in the legend it is said
That if here you grab a handful of sand
You will see between the hues of all the tans
Red grains glistening with the souls of these men

09 October 08
John Coffee