The Golden Field – Poem

By Youssef Sourgo

Morocco World News

Casablanca, March 11, 2013

I stood on the Atlas Peak,

From where I Flew with Mercury

We landed on a golden field,

With an aura of victory

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There I stood on a Golden land

Then I heard this chant of sand,

“Lion, ho Northern Lion!

None can part us, friend”

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“We’ll pray, we the golden sands,

“In a divine, fine sea-house

Dear Northern lion,” sands said”

“Tell Buyers Sands have no price”

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