The Thrill of the Chase
by Forrest Fenn
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease.
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
If anyone knows Forrest, tell him I have a 51 year old unknown film of JFK I’m sure he’d love to have (and everyone else would love to have for that matter) if we can talk about salvaging – not the treasure itself – but the box he put it in. As each day goes by, the prospect of its destruction becomes more and more eminent. I’m an old collector, and I’ve been a lyricist for most of my life – getting paid little or nothing. It’s just I hate to see people ruin truly beautiful works of art such as a 1905 Steinway piano someone just threw out at the thrift store here in Los Angeles. It was mine; I saw it first, but I gave it away to responsible people contingent upon the understanding they would see it preserved; and they did.
Nicely accomplished. Very much enjoyed both poem and blog, thanks for sharing.
a lot to see here! Thanks for the great read and feast for my eyes!
WOW. WOW. WOW. The whole blog looks fascinating, if a bit intimidating to this cautious traveler.
Cautious can be a good thing. : )
what is the home of Brown ?
Good question, Schalb. And why is it capitalized? There was a lot of talk about Brown Trout, but I’m inclined to think it’s about a person.
I think I know what the home of Brown is.
it’s in the grand canyon
I have solved the riddle and found the chest
Forrest here is my response
As I have gone in there alone, with a warrior’s courage, I did show. I entered a labyrinth veiled in bone, and with my treasures bold, I met a Faun, with a name yet known.
Cloked in dark; and beautiful was she. To fall in love; with her I would. But no not yet that I could. In her hands she held a star, an egg and a stone.
“Choose wisely.” Where those words she spoke, so elegant was her voice. 33 times A shiver down my spine I felt.
The star looked oh so bright and free, but doubled my vision; showing more than three.
The stone I knew would be heavy in hand, weighing somewhere between 40 and 4, but if to guess I would say 14, it could weight.
Cut like a diamond in the ruff, and split the light for me to see.
9 Ray’s I counted. With each a name. Members of the all stars hall of fame.
But that egg so plain, caught thine eye. And to this day I’m not sure why. May it be it just felt right. So the egg I choose, knowing not its might.
Then that faun again, spoke to me, this to I was so said. I can keep my secret where my heart burns free. Thought I of pantheon games. As well as legends once said.
But thinking, maby: he ment a muse, I pondered in the head.
I began to wonder what within I would find, with in this egg as perfect as the mourning dew. with a hope of a prize or the life it would seed.
And hint of riches old and new. I
having half forgot the presence of the faun.
Whom spoke once more, in her hand a map.
She said “begin it where the water halt” but shore I am halt means sleeps, and water sleeps where 2 do meet. And vectors new, with angles 3.
And take it in the canyon down, that winding river; a serpent’s path.
For just shy of thirty days, I traveled down that river thinking of a golden crown.
When I reached the end 10 years had passed, and a pyramid before me I saw at last.
it was not far but to far to walk. So I layed down that night beneath the stars in the sky, as I drifted of; Me pondering pisces. As a fish for dinner that night I had. It was put in beneath the brown.
Those pearly gates held my mind.
yet the end is ever drawing nigh, with the break of dawn; I felt that eternal light.
looking back I heard a voice; “there be no paddle up your creek”
returned these words did I so speak.
“I will see this through there is no quit, ‘no’ not in eye”. I’ tell you friend I’m not the meek.
Again I heard his spoken word “just heavy loads and waters high”
I stopped him there for this request, a forge am I with every breath.
But sure I am I had caught his gaze.
“If you’ve been wise and found the blaze.” He again did speak, now just a shadow at my feet.
“Look quickly down”
“be set free your quest to cease” as no more hell is there to raze. but tarry scant with marvel gaze.
saw i the world before me now. And in that moment, came I through that light so bright a dream so vivid lighting up that star lit night.
This a heaven before me now where I stood and dusted of that ash like wood, a burning feather dancing to and fro. And a ringing bell pass and stow.
A voice from the past I heard but did not know.
“So why is it that i must go.” So said I this “cuz your old as dirt and smell of snow.”
Half surprised I’m sure he was. Maby thinking that sounded neat.
I then heard his thoughts my own.
And leave my trove for all to seek? A question asked. but the answer I did not know.
Only A glimpse of a box; within a grail. And Saw I this, An X made twice, a book and a nail. And a veil its contents yet to show.
And again a flash to the answers I already know. Like pandora’s box or you reap what you sow.
Through time I went; resurrected was I now the spirit born new.
New A chapter for me no dought. a new hope for mankind. As none had matched the strength of my mind. Now he I me and me I him, said I self; “Three are we” many more let’s wait and see.
And two century’s before I began to ponder;
had i yonder to share between me and this brotherly man.
said he this “I’ve done it tired and now I’m weak.”
With a flash again and now im back; spoke together; we then did
“so hear me all and listen good,” with great respectdo we have. We are the men who wont be beat. this journey long and fortunes favors the bold. So listen all
for this mold your effort will be worth the cold.
Courage and grace I now had and grander a gift than the gold that once drove me bad. i had wrestled with 7 Angels and to the edge of defeat, they did take me. But I found my feet, and so stood before him, with his treasure that I found with admiration for him and all I had found.
But if you are brave and in the wood, remember this and have eyes to see. The Joshua tree atop a mound and a soul newborn had I, called me friend he now did.
The one called 9, said to me “I give you title to the gold.” Said i this then to he, then let’s grab a beer or maby 3.