The Camel Train Vision

The heat shimmered on the horizon As the dust devils danced across the desert zone Our car was placed in four wheel drive As we traveled on in an effort to stay alive The dirt road stretched in a straight line ahead On the gun barrel highway in a heat to dread Then I saw a camel train in a dust drenched race The camels walking across seemed out of place As I drew nearer the camels started to fade I saw one Afghan have a look of being afraid And at that point the train shimmered away How they came to be there that day I couldn’t say. © Paul Warren Poetry