Oh where can it be, Have I forgot my way, <br />As I journey amidst the shadows, <br />Across this desert of burning heat, <br />In search of El-Dorado. <br /> <br />With parched lips dry, and my head bowed low, <br />I know I must not slow, <br />I dare not stop on this crucible of death, <br />In search of El-Dorado. <br /> <br />The wind beat sand, slashing across my face, <br />I stumble to and fro, <br />Up one more dune and down the next, <br />In search of El-Dorado. <br /> <br />My body moans in agony, <br />My mind tells me to let it go, <br />But I cannot quit, just one more dune, <br />In search of El-Dorado. <br /> <br />But alas I see, in not to distant view, <br />Palm trees and waters of endless flow, <br />I'll not be swallowed of this burning hell, <br />For alas, I have found, El-Dorado. <br /> <br />Author, <br />Franklin Spriggs <br />2/22/08<br /><br />Franklin Spriggs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/el-dorado-2/
