What is that rock or my solution in reverse
What is that rock?Cris-crossed by linesAs if it’s an altarAll covered by vinesThat year after yearHas been kissed and caressedBy free flowing waterOf the river obsessed.
What is that rock?That looks like a beastLike a sacred animalA guard, or a priestThat year after yearAs a lone sentinelKnelt over the altarParalyzed by the spell.
What is that rock?That juts in the airIts mouth is openedIn a silent prayerThat year after yearTried to wake from a dreamWith a soundless howlWith a silent scream.
What are these rocks?All serrated and gnarlyLike two sore thumbsThey stick out sharplyLike two front tusksIn a mouth that belongTo a giant residentLeprechaun.
What is that rock?In the highest spotThat I called The RockNo Matter What!It destroyed my bellMy coat it grazedIt made me delusionalMy vision was hazed.
What is that eye?On the map that I gotJust a random smudge?A dapple? A blot?My vision has clearedMy mind understoodWhen you hit the bullseyeYou are in the wood!
What is that face?With a crooked noseA wicked smileOn its lips frozeThat year after yearHave served in the ChaseAs a coveted landmarkThe infamous Blaze.
What are those logs?Decomposed and dryThat are blocking my pathWhen I'm passing byThat year after yearTheir heavy loadsSnowstorms and galesPiled up by boatloads.
Where is that end?Ever drawing nighI followed the ridgeHighway water-highThat year after yearOnly animals trolledUntil on the dayMr.Fenn hid his gold.
Where is that road?I was challenged to crossTo prove I'm not meekI'm my own bossThat year after yearHikers followed the trailFrom their campgroundDown into the vale.
Where is the stinkinghome of Brown?A prominent featureof every campgroundThat year after yearHas been filling with pooWhen I finally smelled itIt was a breakthrough.
Where is that canyon?Running down belowI shouldn't have walked itBut could have followedThat year after yearAs I was toldFor hordes of peopleWas a sight to behold.
Where warm waters haltand sink in the groundOne can see from afarFrom all aroundThat year after yearClouds from the WestDumped their burdenRain water be blessed.
Where is the secret?Have you listen good?Need a starting pointAs I understood?You're little too lateI am sorry to say…Should have paid more attentionTo Santa Fe...