A friend went to Morocco
And
she rode a camel there.
I
saw the photos and I wondered
If
I’d take that dare.
Another
pal’s in Egypt
And,
on pictures she did post,
There
she is atop a camel,
Looking
happy and engrossed.
As
a child I rode a camel
When
I visited the zoo,
Where
it walked around a circle
As
it somehow learned to do.
Yet,
to ride one in the desert,
Decades
later, feeling old,
I’m
not certain I could muster
What
it takes to be so bold.
I
am planning a vacation,
But
the place I hope to go
Has
no camels and no deserts,
So
I guess I’ll never know.
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