The Passing Of A Quest Poem by Kate Meyer

When I began this journey around the world
in search of a legendary tool
That has been said to hold magical abilities-
with one touch it could repair anything,
and create the strongest of items,
unlike any forge.

So I sailed across the seas,
Over mountains and grassy plains,
Rivers and forests.
Nothing could slow me down:
whether it be through a blinding blizzard
or under the scorching sun,
through a drought or a flood,
through an eye of a hurricane or a thunder storm
I searched and I searched.

Till one day when I resting in a tavern
in the mountains somewhere
A young child walked up to me asking if
I was a bard of some kind.
I smiled softly and shook my head
saying, “No, I’m not a bard. I am adventurer”
The child’s face light up at word,
smiling at me with a big toothy grin
“Can you tell me some of your tales? ”

I nodded and picked the child up
placing them on the chair next to mine
And began to tell my wild tale.
I spoke of the places I’ve visited and seen, all the things
I’ve gone through during those twelve long years.
With an exasperated sigh I sat back into my chair
My entire story spoken and done,
The child clapped in delight
eyes shining in amazement.

The child leaned forward, closer to me
in a voice as soft as a whisper,
“Did you ever find the tool? ” the child asked curiously
I looked weary at the child,
unable to resist a soft chuckle.
Shaking my head “No, dear one I didn’t.”
I told them, “So many years have I searched but
never caught a trace.”
The child looked at me in surprise
Before placing its little hands on my arm
“You mustn’t give up, please sir don’t give up.”
The child pleaded to me.

I smiled sadly at the child, envying the time
when I used to have a spirit like that.
I reached into my pocket,
“What is your name? ” I asked the child,
as I dug in my pockets for the item
“Trevor, ” the child answered proudly.
“Well Trevor, ” I said pulling out an old arrowhead necklace
“I pass on my knowledge and maps to you.
I’m too old now to continue my search,
But in you I see a little bit of me. Perhaps you
can succeed where I have not.” I told him placing
the necklace in his little hand.
“I found that arrowhead on my journey, it has
always given me luck. Now may it bring you the same.”
The child’s eyes reflecting his awe.
“Keep it safe now.” I reminded him, placing the
necklace around his neck.

“Thank you so much sir” the boy said
covering the arrowhead with his hand.
Looking up at me with determination,
“I will finish your quest and come back
with my own tales to tell” he promised.
I placed my hand on their head,
“I have no doubt you will succeed dear boy”
I told him.

A mother’s voice called,
the boy smiled at me one last time
then ran over to his mother and left.
I sat back in my chair staring at the fire
No doubt in mind that boy will be the one
to finally find and open the vault.