Searching for the pot of gold Said to buried near the old fort beneath a willow tree We had no idea where to start My partner grumbling I thought I heard her say under her breath “If you want something done, do it yourself.” Had I misplaced my trust in her? My ego inflated, I could not forgive her for killing the guard, I could have taken him Maybe she knows me better than I know myself In the end all I could do was follow her lead Focus, be kind, let her lead us to the treasure Deal with her later My intention was to be the lone survivor of the search… To be continued ©AnitaDawes2022
Wow, so interesting. Really enjoyed the poem.
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Fantasy, mystery all in a poem…..Nice.
Looking forward to the next part
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