Lizards, crickets and red admirals bound in front of my feet. Out of bush I step and onto dirt track Back to beach and decrepit mansion With twisted umbrella stand and rejected portaloo. I went along a seldom walked terrace to find a personal cove. All of a sudden the route vanished I'm Rosemary and pine scratched The ordered piles of stone laid a long time ago vanish A mystery why they finished nearly there so tranquil I was feeling adventure, but not quite suicide For scratches attained and, No doubt, numerous bites that will Itch and fuss my head soon I wearily, at 11am, tread the path so often walked. Hey to set off without water or a saving grace Fun and danger wrapped in one Winning is not as important to have won Like a workout I spent the morning Sustained on coffee, donut and sweat for free I hit first house and pass Lilly faded Yugo To be back in the race and a terraced garden Barring fruits and sweet smiles to mother and son. And I end my journey sear...