Searching, seeking, taking control

 dangerous mission for this patrol

thickened haze, an eerie mist

no way could man be trained for this

un-human like odors flow as air

un-charted land for those who dare

razor like brush shreds their gear

every step forward heightens their fears

this land the victor, enemy transparent, undefended

patrolling this hell was not intended  

a still silence that loudly speaks

deafening vibes to make one weak

entrapped, incased, under its rule

this untamed land has made you the fool

    backtrack, retreat, the only way

continuing forward will make you its prey

the power of nature a mighty force

this compass of wild has no set course

© Chuck "Outlaw" Preston