Treasure Hunters
A flickering torch lit the way down the narrow path.
We could not see the bottom of the chasm.
We held hands, as well as our breath.
We inched forward, ever so slowly.
Emeralds and gold glittered merely yards away.
Through the centuries, men older and wiser
than us had searched for this treasure
hidden by a band of pirates from a tropical isle.
We almost made it.
But Mom called us home for lunch.
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