Float above soft, shifting sands
as butterflies on the breeze,
the sails of old feluccas
stand proud as mighty trees.
A mirage captured in your eye
as on the Nile they sail,
past ancient towns on river banks
they weave their endless trail.
With cloth resplendent in the air
lateen rigged to the mast,
white Egyptian cotton
transports us to the past.
Wooden boats as old as time
short draft for a keel,
stones, food and passengers,
they ply their trade with zeal.
From early dawn to setting dusk
along the mighty Nile,
these desert sails weave magic,
assured to raise a smile.
Honorable mention
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