It’s a long day’s journey through rock and sand
Before I can reach my intended goal.
Though the trials I face never go as planned,
A miracle’s in each moment I stole.
I will teach my children to hide behind
A boulder, so a weary traveler
Will find our game of Boo! the merry kind
That makes any hard hike less of a chore.
I will find my friend with a hot kettle,
Making a sweet tea with the herbs he has found.
In the west, when the sun starts to settle,
I will watch it on a soft patch of ground.
Everyday is a day that I win
When I live the life of a Bedouin.
John Collings 