Desert sands,Golden, rich,Burnt, scorched,Lifeless.
A lone computer stands,Hardworn, sandbitten,Glowing dimly,Clinging to life.
Weary soldier,Battle worn,Stumbles into view,Dragging his heels.
A chair appears,Out of the sand,Green and faded,Camouflage faint.
He crawls up,Into the chair,Types in his name,Blank screen.
Internet’s up!Flashing lights,Email opened,A smile breaks.
Energy surges,Fingers a blur,Spilling his joyInto the keys.
The world spins,A morning has passed,Teen schoolgirl,Links to the net.
Smiles all round,News at last!Her heart races,He’s safe and well