We find a treasure map.
While visiting a a far-away town,
we went to a Junk and Treasures shop.
There we bought a small metal reindeer,
took it home and found something inside.
(It just so happened the keepsake had
a secret compartment—we were filled
with wonder, a sense of adventure.)
The belly had a door with hinges;
we found a treasure map of all things.
Oh, it was tattered and discolored,
but we had no trouble reading it.
So we studied the map for two weeks;
then, having the confidence of steel,
we booked passage on a cargo ship
leaving the Port of San Francisco.
Our destination was Tahiti;
(the good Captain of the ship agreed
to divert his course and drop us off.)
So we made shore in a rubber raft
with supplies enough to see us through.
(We landed on a smaller island;
part of Tahiti, but no people.)
Soft sand greeted our feet as did waves.
The tall palm trees went on forever.
I examined the map with high hopes.
In the hot sun the others read it,
then looked heavenward with grinned faces.
We found the destination we sought;
a waterfall and a deep lagoon.
Our hearts raced among green, giant fronds
that caressed us as went went inland.
Along thin paths we all did utter:
The Map’s the thing, and we will profit!
The sounds of chimpanzees startled us;
toucans cawed and set out nerves on edge.
Nevertheless, we found the big X,
the spot on the map which was our goal.
We dug with the passion of outlaws;
six feet down we found a metal box.
Inside, we found another reindeer.