He drew a copy of the foot print,
And off he went without one hint,
Of what he had seen and planned to do,
If the footprints on the cliff matched the clue.
Up the cliff Sir Stealthy and Mike toiled,
While below them the ocean boiled,
Right at the top they found a dug-up patch,
And a footprint that the drawing did match.
The men had finished their job and left the scene,
They’d left everything neat and clean,
That was their intention to be sure,
They left thinking their treasure was secure.
Final part to follow next week....
Published on November 07, 2016 19:50