Smuggler's Cove

Mixing it up a bit and bringing back my college poetry fun...this adventure just called for a poem ;)

The journey began on the second day of July,
The weather was dreary, but our spirits were high.
We set out early, early in the morn.
Warned of the fog by a distant low horn.

We boarded the boat at the Captain's demand,
leaving behind a silent wharf as we drifted from land.
We sailed for miles, in the mysterious haze,
the only site of note being seals in a pile of laze.

Finally in the distance, rising out of the sea,
were the cliffs of Santa Cruz, a daunting sight to me.
Imposing upon us, with only a small bay to anchor,
we let down the sails and embarked upon the rocky shore. 

Here we left our fellow travelers, for what we sought was not near,
our time on the island was short, so we began our climb in fear.
With tales of wild foxes and ravens on our minds, 
we left no trace of our existence and watched closely our behinds.

We stopped not for water, we stopped not for strength,
we climbed a good while, we hiked a great length.
Forgotten was the bright sun, nature's own hot stove,
for our destination was upon us, the old Smuggler's Cove.

We peaked the mountain in record speed,
the views around us spectacular indeed.
We began our descent with treasures in mind,
for we knew not what at Smuggler's Cove we would find.

White sand and stone covered beaches, the water as clear as can be,
islands in the distance, that only we could see.
The waves crashed upon the shore as we dined in delight,
for we had succeeded in all our great might.

Our return trip is but a distant memory, 
dolphins surrounding the ship and jumping with glee, 
Gold and rubies we may not have found, 
but at Smuggler's Cove it is the natural treasures that will forever abound.