FOOTPRINTS

FOOTPRINTS

A Story by Rob Taylor
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unedited story/poem [whatever]

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FOOTPRINTS
I went south over deep blue water
The trip I took was very long
Couldn’t figure out at first
How a ship without a motor
Could travel on so very fast
I think it was those large white sheets
And strong winds which did the task
On and on I traveled on a windward track.
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For many days I sailed far and fast
Landed on an Island somewhere
Didn’t know just where I was
Being lost not knowing where you are
Is just part of life’s grand adventure.
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I stepped foot upon the warm white sand
Sun high in the sky above
When I saw standing not far away
A brown skinned girl there watching me
Who wore nothing but a towel
Which was firmly wrapped around her bottom.
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She smiled, then turned, then ran away
I heard her laugh as she disappeared
As I watched in wide eyed surprise
I looked down the now empty beach
All there was for me to see
Where the foot prints she had left. 
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Then a fellow with a bone
He was wearing in his nose
I saw walking towards where I stood
He wasn’t looking very friendly
The thing he held upon his shoulder
Was a huge unfriendly looking club.
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‘What you want here’?
Was the question that he ask
I replied that I was there
For just a little while
Said I was looking for a coconut,
that’s all...............
In this here Island Paradise.
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He reached down and as I watched
He withdrew a huge sharp knife
That’s when I turned and ran, and ran
Forget that silly coconut
Run I did for my very life
A coward yes, but better that
Then opened like a coconut
By a sharp savage natives knife.
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Back to the ship and safety
So quickly I did row
Not once did I stop to think
That Island’s like the one I left
In these times are very rare
That if I had not fled so fast
I might have learned the truth
That lovely Island Paradise
Was just a movie set.

 

© 2010 Rob Taylor


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Rob Taylor
Rob Taylor

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