the mirage

They had nearly given up on finding water Bill was thanking God for his thirty-eight years, Thinking it was all he was getting Trevor his horse, was walking slowly now He wondered if Trevor was as discouraged as he A mirage of water up ahead seemed to be a cruel trick Bill knew it was too good to be real, an imagined relief hole When they reached it, Trevor began to drink. Until this second Bill had thought all was lost. He lay prone on the sand and gave thanks and a prayer Before dunking his head into the cool water Next to his optimistic horse, Trevor.