Journey Of The Crocs Poem by Charlie Bain

A long time ago
My mother said to me
'Take to the land, child.
Be wild and free.
For you must find
Your place of the Earth
Though it may not be here
In the land of your birth.'

So I packed by bags
And my traveling crocs
My book of shadows
And a pair of socks
I said my goodbyes
And made my amends
Then left out of town
With no money to spend

I traveled the desert
For many a year
My only companion
Being my fear
With crocs on my feet
And blade in my hand
I had to learn
To live off the land

With mud on my face
And dirt on my shoes
I battled the wild
With nothing to lose
Eventually a ray of hope
A vision of a dream:
'Not all has been lost.
It's not as it seems.'

She guided me through peril
To a land I called Altor
Where I found the riches
I had been searching for
I found a light in the darkness
My lovely wife, Elanine
More importantly
I found myself again

I shall never forget
The crocs that brought me here
That carried me through sorrow
Emptiness and fear
There's still dirt beneath them
The first land I ever owned
It's there as a reminder
Of how much I have grown