Jungle red from shallow depths
all embrace my boot in rest
Morning sunshine, early dew
drips and drips along the green
On uprise, we go in search
for what I need to calm my heart
“It’s a good morning ” said them to me
“Might be,” I said “my search will tell”
To know my plight, you must seek not I
my journey’s mate, has more to say
‘bout yonder deep in search for ‘it’
that which makes all heart complete
Wringing stems for sap to sip
parched I am but yonder will go
walking distance, so it seemed
closer we get but farther it goes
Flaps and whistles, the sounds I hear
“Ah” it’s now the jungle awakes
strings of ray struggles and wins
It’s way through the canopy on high
Tearing and weakening
this battle we are losing
how much more further to find ‘it’ i wonder
“return we must”, my boots protest
“Anymore, your feet will tell”.
“How can I?” So close I swear
So we’ve heard from eyes that’ve seen
the plight of those that dared to go.
Many can dare the journey till end
some may quit, nay many I say
but of those who stay the course
‘It’ they shall find if they persist.
-Christopher (Kristowe)
I’m not much of a poet but I love poetry. I find it very fascinating. Mostly I attempt to write poems such as this and hope to find someone that will understand what I’m saying. Smiles.