Adventure’s End
“Holy smoke!” the young man cries, pulling on the reins,
his heartbeats quickened, sending blood surging through his veins.
This glorious adventure—this quest across the plains,
fording raging waters, swollen by the rains,
seems to have turned against him as the arrow whizzes by,
shaving off his hat brim just inches from his eye.
He cradles fear, as weeping, he whips the plodding team,
prodding them to frenzy as though within a dream.
The bitter taste of panic, one brief surge of regret,
causes him to finally accept his sobriquet.
When his mother named him Chauncey which his dad shortened to “Chance,”
it signaled wild adventure and dangerous romance,
and as he set out on his travels to find fortune and fame,
not once did he consider the two sides to his name.
Now he rests forever beside that lonely road
that in his youth he thought would lead him to the mother lode.
For Sunday Whirl Wordle 660 the words are: holy plains waters beats travel weeping veins cradle rained taste brief glorious Image from Unsplash.

Aw. That’s not enough. I need to know more about this.
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beautiful, and so well done. You start my week off with a smile.
SAM
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Thanks, Sam..
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Aww, a story of adventure gone wrong.
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Little did his mom know what potential fate she was committing him to!
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That is often true.
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Wonderful poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Jennifer..It’s fun to try to make the words fit!
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Tragic end.
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Great tale, Judy!
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so very sad, poor Chance.
The rhyming scheme seems effortless and this would make a hell of a good western cowboy song. Ann
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