Africa

The Desert

Shades of yellow, shades of brown,

Nowhere a village nowhere a town.

No green shoots, no rain falls down,

Shimmering gold is the desert’s gown.

Black scorpions scurry across the sand,

A snake slithers like an elastic band.

A sandstorm looms over like a hand

Squeezing the light from this burning land.

But in the oasis palm trees stand tall.

Water splashes in a waterfall.

A lizard lies on an old brick wall,

The sun in the sky like a fireball.

Luke, Liverpool College

The Desert Sand

The Desert is a place

That you couldn’t live in

With it’s high-powered winds

And dusty floor

It definitely wouldn’t be an ideal settlement

Because all around is sand galore.

The animals in the desert

Although there aren’t that many

Don’t very often need a drink

And sometimes they don’t have any

Crops couldn’t grow

With all that heat and sand

The ground isn’t moist enough

The crops need fertile land

You need flat land for your building

Which you can get in places

But sometimes there are big sand-hills

And the houses would have sloping bases

Laura, Liverpool College

The Skeleton Coast

Skeleton Coast is one mean place.

A place that you can hardly trace.

A wilderness of white sand stands.

Between the waters and the land.

The coast of hell it's called for short.

That dangerous desolate bony port.

Broken bones of ships litter the coast.

Winds, currents and reefs threaten any big boats.

The Skeleton Coast received its name.

when Carl Nauer crashed somewhere around this plain.

He was flying from Cape Town to London.

He crashed, he died and was never heard of again.

Catherine, Liverpool College