The Mirage

The mirage was real as I strode across sand
Making my way through a hot arid land
Heading for water, or that's what I saw
And then when I got there, I wondered what for
An oasis of nothing, just sand and a blue sky
And a feeling of dryness as hours poured by
And the sound of my wife as she started to shout
'Why hadn't I put the washing line out? '

by Phil Soar

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This Poem is brilliant! Loved every word! Keep up the good work and people will be studying you as well as Shakespear!