Treasure Island

chris spurrell

(Hastings east sussex)

Man


The day of the caveman I wonder how it would be
Rising in the sun in a world that was new
Hunting animals with crude hand made spears
And hunting in forests that have yet to be cleared
Dressed only in skins and fur of his prey
I wonder if he was hunting most of the day
Finding berries and fruit along his path
To a cool clean river where he stops for a drink
The warm sun above is heating the land
And new life is evolving all around man
The mountains are moving a spectacular sight
As a volcano erupts giving man a fright
Somehow he knows the rivers of fire will not reach
Where he is standing surveying the scene
Man turns his back and walks away
I wonder if his hunting will be good today
He creeps along hidden by the tall green grass
Man has found animal he'll have dinner at last
He brings back his arm, his spear has gone
Whistling through the air and into his prey
Man is smiling hunting was good
Yes very good today.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2008

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