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