The Ancient Plateau - Act 1

At the British History Museum, we met To discuss our future plans An expedition beckons To a far forgotten land Rumours had been rife Of a plateau on this lands Where time had stood so still With ancient beasts, oh so grand Down by the Thames We load the Cargo's for our trip Scientists and Paleontologists Are with the crew of our ship We set sail in the morning Heading for Cape Horn Many weeks we will travel If we survive the Atlantic storms A shout from the crows nest Land of the starboard side Tierra del Fuego archipelago To the shore we gently guide Our expedition now landed safely All personnel and supplies Tomorrow our search starts We will see has time defied We set off towards the mountains Enjoying the scenery as we go The closer we get inland Species of plants we did not know We arrive at a clearing Beside a meandering river It was at this point My body began to shiver For just above the clouds There appears to be some land This must be the plateau To scale it, has to be planned We shall wait a few days To watch the mists appease And determine a route to climb With care and utmost ease The morning has arrived Up the plateau steep we go The air begins to get thinner As our breathing gathers slow Vines and lush impede us Giant ferns with thorns so cutting Rocky pinnacles exhaust our climbing Perseverance overcomes their jutting Our climb has left us jaded We shall rest overnight For in the morning we will continue To hopefully witness forgotten sights http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-12.php