Arabs Freedom

Our Poem

The sea, the wind, the shifting sand,
The home of wild horses in a hostile land.
Since time began tides embraced the shore
And the earth roared from its molten core,
But the whispering sands have tales to tell
Of horsemen who brave its mystic spell
To ride like the wind until a prize is won,
On the muffled hooves of a desert son.


Verse by Mary Lascelles