Egyptian Day Dream Poem by Terry Hoffman

I dream of seeing Egypt,
climbing tombs of stone,
amidst the wind that whipped,
and being all alone.

I dream of pharaohs olden,
headdresses soaring high,
ensconced upon thrones golden
and kohl around their eye.

I dream of mighty Horus,
that falcon-headed god.
His evil uncle he did truss
and plant within the sod.

I dream of the dancing girls,
with sistrums in their hands,
crossing the floor and making whirls;
they're slaves from many lands.

I dream of the poor peasants,
toiling throughout the land,
bowing with a humble stance,
not knowing where they stand.