As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answer I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the GOLD.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
As the Sun sets o’er the western hills,
Cool breeze blows through the vales,
The birds come back to their nest
The world settles for a well deserved rest…
A dream full of places, friends and relations
A kaleidoscope of colours of great God’s creations
Scenes and faces, sometimes a blur, sometimes clear
Bringing a smile onto the face at times, sometimes inciting fear….
Wake up in the morning with the first sun ray,
Dew fresh, ready for the rigours of the day.
A new beginning, new challenge and scope,
For everyone to live, bringing undying hope.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC