A Master's Prey
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Our Poem
Five children of the Desert
Roaming the drifting sand.
At gentle pace, belying speed
Where cool waters meet the land.
Free spirits of the wind,
Of storm and scorching ray.
Nomads proud bound by time,
Passing on their way.
Verse by Mary Lascelles
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