Manuscript of the Past
A legend.
A story.
Gold.
The fever.
My true love is finding,
History of true relics of the past.
My professor found an old map,
In his mother's belongings,
After her passing.
Laughing he truly thought it,
Was a fake in the imagination,
In the mind of his
Young great grandfather.
So he decided to research it,
To prove himself wrong.
He realized quickly this fact,
Was enlightening...
The map was indeed real.
The gold was never found.
The professor decided on the dig.
The dig is an archeological,
Research project.
It was approved for a grant.
It was rumored there is a manuscript,
With treasures beyond true imagination.
This is truly my future and my calling.
This manuscript is priceless and,
Can tell us things about the past.
Things we never knew.
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