Days and Days ago, young Jason left


    His land of home, to stray from death


    Not the kind that raise some high


    But one, which kills the pockets mind


    He had no coins no bread to spare


    Just ribs, that ripped his skin and tears


    In his land, they beat him well


    With words of hurt, all kids did spell.             8


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    To run from this, he put his feet


    To work and dirt near birds and sheep


    Young Jason sought, rare stones and jewels


    Rocks that give much wealth to fools


    Through rain so cruel, he journeyed far


    Close to caves he slept like lid on jar.


    Within a week, he landed by


    A lonely desert so sad and dry.                   16


    Brushing past, tall cactus laughed


    Wind held back no air would gasp


    He stepped, on golden bits of grain


    Hot sun rays scorched harsh and reigned


    Upon the night he moved with sight


    From stars, that smeared the sky in light


    But just ahead, his eyes were caught


    By two men tangled like strings and knots          24