The Mark Twain Forest Poem by Paul Warren

He made his money solving mysteries
Where he would find out the histories
Then painstakingly put together the clues
Knowing that the mystery would be solved too

So we told of the special time on that day
When the first party had left then disappeared without a say
They would explore the mysteries of the Mark Twain Forest
A place with stories that made it different from the rest

The Detective's party left their cars locked at the forest clearing
And walked into the forest as the tension was foreboding
It wasn't long until they heard the machinery humming
From beneath their feet under the ground so exasperating

The night came and they decided to make camp carefully
And posted a guard to be replaced after two hours dutifully
At 3 o'clock that morning the guard heard some rustling
So he left the camp and went to see what was happening

It was 4 o'clock when the next guard awoke to take her place
And couldn't find the missing man she had to replace
So she woke up the camp so they could search around
Although it was thorough the missing man could not be found

They reported the man missing and the authorities searched
But the Mark Twain Forest holds secrets and won't be judged
So the Detective was left to ponder his own mystery made
With his reputation suffering a blow in not making the grade.

© Paul Warren Poetry