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This was just for fun.

Hoosh, Hoosh

 Her eyes, brown, large,

Lashed in long black whips,

Watch me,

Anticipate me.

At a word

She bends her knees

To the ground

And lowers her head,


With practiced moves,

I mount

This servant of the sand.

Her rhythm sparks a yearning

To go

To places only a few have been.

She will not stop

Until I am through,

And where I wish to be.

Always there,


My Dromedary Queen.

May, 2004, Fred (Woody) Hendrick


I hope you were not offended, but our expedition on camel back will always be a highlight in our life.

Let me know what you think and don't worry, I have a thick hide.  Woody