OK here is my poem
It's called "The Clean Bag" by Susie Burgher
The Clean Bag
A rumble down the dirt road
rust held together by metal, some
Caretaker of Paradise,
Old Man of the Sea
Yet, not so old
Provider of the Clean Bag
Sandy path muffles my footsteps
Little lizards scurry in all directions
tails and heads held high
Prehistoric in Miniature
Carefully I look between the stones
for any presence of colour
None
Good, I open the gate gingerly
and fasten it shut.
Aaaaah! The Clean Bag
I sit upon my throne, satisfied.
No-one has been here before.
I am the first.
I watch the world go by
through gaps in my chamber
High above me the clouds
change shapes
At night I ponder the number of stars
Always the thunder of crashing waves.
Where am I?
Ssssssh. Don't tell anyone.