Poem

Not a way out,
just a way under...
Can you please shout?
May you be found.

A treasure so loud,
war it would monger.
so I'm holding out,
they'll pay by the pound...

Filled all with doubt,
searching like thunder,
lightning about,
deep underground.

Did they really vouch?
I gazed in wild wonder...
No pinching allowed,
the dream's to be found.

From horse dismount,
and behold the plunder...
For swimming like trout,
the brooke is downtown.

A poem of the proud,
a way to make ponder,
all and nothing about,
something around.