The Bold Adventurers

I don't know, it's raining again today, though more rain today than yesterday. It's a slow but steady rain, somewhat irritating because we have a job we are supposed to be doing starting yesterday. We are now put back two whole days, doing prep today though with hopes of sunshine tomorrow.

There is a long lost art, though it is still practiced, it is not percieved as an art. The art of smoking tobacco, there is an artistic side to it though it may be a nasty habit. Ponder this thought.

It has been a long time since I felt the urge to write poetry, but here is a little something I worked up.

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The Bold Adventurers

We come from far and deep
with little but food and drink
always searching for what we seek
or so we always seem to think

Through rain
through snow
we complain
but we still go

Through hot
through cold
we shall not
yet feel too old

Through forests
over mountains
we get little rest
but we still grasp the reins

Across lakes
and through the fields
we claim our takes
and take our yields

We are bold adventurers
We are bold adventurers