On a Twisted Path,
A rocky sight;
gaze through it's aim,
a red delight.
On a reciprocal heading,
you climb some more;
some 200 steps,
up a sandy shore.
Off to your left,
will be a tree;
beneath it's branches
you're soon to see.
A rocky house,
contains within;
a glass filled full
not whiskey nor gin.
But a cork held tight,
A silver cap;
A glass warm gold,
A border snack.
If you should find,
this tasty retreat;
Please drink some now,
but don't deplete.
My trips to visit,
will be for sure;
To restock our friend,
A taste, obscure.
3 comments:
awesome! we gotta get out there soon.
dude.. that was eloquent, move over Joyce Kilmer! ;-)
Awesome but what up with the manpri's???
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