The Egypt Poem Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Egypt's the home of sacred crocodile
That slide along the waters of the Nile
Wearing their horrid, false, deceiving smile

There's pitta bread, there's figs, there's olive trees
Date palms, and not a trace of cooling breeze
And sycamores with sweating, wilting leaves

Visitors see the Valley of the Kings
Nut the goddess with the outstretched wings
Where snakes slide by and crunchy scorpion stings

The pyramids, the Pharoahs, jackals, Sphinx
The hieroglyphs, the jackal dog that slinks
The elder with his hookah pipe that stinks

Cumin, coriander, mummies, myrrh
Caraway, carts and stalls, mosquitoes whirr
And always desert sand that sift and stir