I Did Not Reach Thee Poem by Paige Fudella

I did not reach thee
but my feet slip nearer everyday
three rivers and a hill to cross
one desert and a sea
I shall not count the journey one
when i am telling thee
two deserts, but the year is cold
so that will help the sand
one desert crossed-
the second one
will feel as cool as land
Sahara is too little price
to pay for the right hand
the sea comes last-step merry, feet
so short we have to go-
to play together we are prone,
but we must labor now
the last shall be the lightestload
that we have had to draw.