The sounds of the forest are all around-
Birds, and bugs, and animal sounds.
I sink to my knees on the damp ground
In front of a little garden in the jungle.
I have planted this little green paradise-
An escape from my world and life,
But that is not all that here lies.
This corner holds a secret as well.
In the center of the garden is a cross-
The marker of my dear little pet.
I am still numb with his loss,
The sight of him dying in my mind.
I have planted this spot to remember
The little monkey that I lost.
This garden will be his forever,
A sacred place of memories and sadness.
It has been many years since I was back
To that little garden in the jungle.
Still, there is nothing I lack
To go back to there yet again.
All I have to do is close my eyes,
And I am transported back in time
To my own little wooded paradise,
Just as sacred now as it was back then.
Author notes
This poem was written about my little garden that I planted on the bank of the Amazon River, in memory of my monkey, Captian Cookie the first. (I say the first so that I can keep track of how many monkies I've had, not how many Captains!) I lost him tragically in 2001. He was a Capuchin, the monkey that is found in such movies as Doctor DoLittle, and Night At The Museam. I have not been back to that place in six years, and last I was there, the Jungle had taken it over. I don't think Captains minds, though.
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Comments
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Very nicely done. I can almost see the place. Thanks for entering.
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"On the bak of the Amazon" - wow!
Thank you for sharing this unique write
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