Furrowed inside of planes,
in sight of plain barren grains
of khaki stained terrain...
palm fronds sweep the dunes edge.

From outcropped limestone ledge
below Ra's photon blaze,
arid eyes may gaze
a lions body with a mans head.

Pharaoh's mummy dead,
no goatee wrapped with lace
on Sphinx cobra hooded face,
no trace of his broken nose.

On the plateau rose
the tablet Rosetta stone,
a key to language clone
dusty tales covered in mold.

Khufu's cap of gold
once atop his pyramid tomb,
above polished granite rooms,
it's said this pinnacle did perch.

Egyptologist's still search
sifting metric tons of sand,
for millennia this land
calls out to sky and man.

Wow, amazing poem, Techno. I used to live/work in Giza (in Sheikh Zayed).

Thank you for the kind feedback. Ancient Egypt intrigues me, I hope to visit Giza someday.

Your poem gave me great visualisations and I was right there in Giza. Enjoyed reading it very much!

Nice poem .

superb

Bravo!

A beautiful read.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Appreciated, as always Julie.

Thanks.

Your favorable appraisal is much appreciated, Merry.