Ancient Egypt Poem by Erica Graham

Nile let your waters flood,
And spread across the land your mud.
Let our crops yield us food
To feed this hungry multitude.

Although the Nile flows through this land
Of pyramids and golden sand,
The trials of the hottest days
Will last throughout the summer phase.

This pyramid where the Pharaoh lays,
Was built under the sun’s hot rays.
Stretching up towards the sky,
The tomb still stands as the years go by.

They lived in houses made of bricks,
The walls were only one foot thick.
A peasant’s house had just one room,
Which was not used from morn ‘till noon.

Along the Nile the ships will float,
The river covered in seagoing boats.
Supplying the Egyptians with water and reeds,
The Nile provided for all of their needs.

Over five thousand years later,
The towns are much greater.
The inventions they made,
Our life they now aid.

© Erica Graham 2012