Inner Mongolia

                      Past the vast
                      expanse of verdant land
                      I saw the slightly rolling
                      terrain of arid earth
                      of land with no rain.
                      Inner where the air
                      is thinner
                      Mongolia
                      Mongolia.
                      The train chugged along
                      at less than warp speed
                      I rode at that pace
                      Content, just to feed
                      Off the same, the same
                      tan horizon
                      golden hues.
                      Mongolia�s
                      Mongolia.
                      And peasants lolling,
                      nothing to lose.
                      When at last I saw grass
                      and water I cried.
                      They said Inner Mongolia
                      was exotic.
                      They lied.