The River of Doubt

Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge. Hardy, bulling Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men. Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy death itself. Railing against its white rapids of the unknown. Hailing their indifference by yelling at the top of their lungs, We will not surrender until the ending of our final journey, Has come and consumes us utterly, leaving nothing left But footnotes at the bottom of historical records dusty pages Behind as our only existing legacy. The great serpent snake of the Amazon, crawls through the open Belly wound of the Brazilian rainforest, splitting the devils dark Jungle in half, a beckoning demon calling unto the heart Of the adventurer come explore me if you so dare. Adversities freedom stalkers, heeded this challenge, Grappling at the serpents tributaries rattling tail, biting And spitting at them, with sufferage's malice, the reptile Of aquatic distain, cost many lives of the innocent in its Vengeance aftermath. In this river of doubt called the Rio da Duvida, This vipers poison travels fast through the veins of mortal Men, starvation, Malaria and the mistrust of others destroys The flesh from within and from without. Leaving spiritual wounds that will never heal no matter the Strength of one’s faith, or the endurance of the individual Whom survives the attack of this snake called The mighty Amazon River. Three adventures made it through this black jungle of death, Theodore Roosevelt’s, his son Kermit, and the leader Of this historical group Mr. Rodon. After reading about their story of bravery, I the author Of this tail have one thing to say in their memory, bully Gentlemen, and on wards unto your next journey’s adventure, And may its endings final current find you well at the end. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN