For a desert-trekking shoe-tie

Who wants not to so dryly die,

Backpacking like a bactrian

Will preclude life as carrion

As long as steps trade place with rest

When sunny’s day sets in the west

And eyes searching for oasis

Are not tricked by blue hue’s stasis—

Letting each ‘sea-lea’ spot them first

‘Fore hump jumps in to nurse head’s thirst. ; )