In search of gold, I land in a forest
where in plenty, are ants of all sorts
that would add to potential costs
as with bites they force me to rest.
I take a long discarded canoe
with a treasure map in hand
that would direct me to the gold
held and lost by an incredible tribe.
In the land of piranha and reptiles,
where the snake and the wolf make
their solo appearance in the dark,
I for one would be at my wit’s end
as to stand still or break into a run.
During my wanderings, I come upon
a deserted hut, that is for me to berth
to lodge myself away from the animals
who are all out as one, to dislodge my
plans and myself from this very earth.
I wake up to see the remnants of my boat
that has been destroyed by some creature
that went this way, and luckily missed me
and was i surprised to see my bag gone
with all it had that I could subsist on.
I will have to roam again as a fugitive,
as a person who lost his coordinates,
and hoping for others to come in search,
of me, a treasure for my beloved ones.
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Reblogged this on Perceptions and commented:
Have a plan B and C when you travel to adventurous lands