Waking with wet feet,
And the sun’s warmth on his head,
He struggled to rise.
Staggering forward,
The sand heavy under foot,
He headed for shade.
He found a small cave,
To keep the sun of his body.
Now to find water.
After a short rest,
He walked out slowly eastwards,
With the sun behind.
There were just sheer cliffs,
But he found a larger cave,
And this one went back.
It quickly got dark,
Inside it was damp smelling,
And water was found.
A trickle of it,
Down the cave wall to a pond,
Small, but just enough.
Venturing further,
He wondered where it would lead,
And was it worth it.
A pile of small rocks,
Alerted him, t’was a sign!
A very good sign.
He looked about him,
And sure enough skeletons,
Dressed in tatty clothes.
He could not see well,
And shadows began to move,
So it seemed to him.
He dug a small hole,
Soon hitting a box ,not deep,
And heaved in up out.
He could feel the weight,
Though small it was so heavy,
And gold coins fell out.
He let them fall out,
Happy for the find, but then,
How could he leave here?
