I shot an arrow towards the void
And hoped I'd later find the thing.
My arrow flew past Neato Vu.
My arrow flew past Nido View.
I shortly entered Iamb Land,
And tracked my arrow past 4 Islands View
And stopped to rest. I looked ahead
And thought, two hundred fifty feet
I'll drop, and climb it once again.
One voice declaimed, I'm tired, I'm beat,
For that warm morning dripped our sweat
Along one Secret Trail, not far away.
Another voice replied, a cache lies there.
Which voice will win this war? You know.
All cachers know which voice will win.
My arrow flew, I coasted in its wake.
The arrow stopped, and I rejoiced,
For here I'd see my triumph soon.
But where's my arrow? High above,
And thirty feet away, it calls!
No matter grave. I wander down
And find a geotrail, or two,
Well trodden in the grass.
The foxes here have dropped their tails,
And lend my feet a tale of pain to tell.
What shall I seek, at arrow's drop?
A sturdy soldier's aid?
A smallish decon box?
Nay, Chaos Manor rested here,
So I shall seek a bak'ry box!
Where lies my arrow now? Far, far below
My arrow lies, untrusty spear.
So I retreat, back down the hill,
And train my searching eye close by the trail,
And after far too long I spy the cache.
(It's NOT a bak'ry box!)
And so I turn my steps, triumphant, home-
Ward, upward, up two hundred fifty feet,
As tails and tales of foxes still
Bedevil me, my ankles, and my feet.
But homeward bound! I reach the peak,
And downward toward the trailhead trek.
Along the way I pass by Abelard,
And coldly fail to stop to pass
Along this greeting from his love:
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."