Since early childhood he had been wandering the world vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the cold huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world
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Love your poem thank you