He tried to keep watch,
But work had exhausted him,
Soon he was asleep.
He woke with the sun,
Early morning and still cool,
His body aching.
Around him were piles,
Piles of gold coins covered up,
With dirt and some leaves.
He looked up the cliff,
And thought that he must try it,
And climb to the top.
First he got water,
Checking the cave was still safe.
It was and he left.
He began to climb,
And routes opened up to him,
With ledges and grips.
Soon he reached the top,
And looked down along the shore,
It was looking clear.
He feared their returned,
Those that had buried the gold,
That must come back soon.
He carried it up,
Making about thirty trips,
And fell exhausted.
At the top were trees,
And some good hiding places,
And there he rested.
The land all around,
Looked like untouched native land,
Mostly all forest.
His sleep was restful,
And again woke with the dawn,
And looked out again.
The sea was clear blue,
And a cloudless sky above,
Without any wind.
He found a fresh spring,
Further into the forest,
This tasted so good.
