Adventures come in many forms
Our wondering eyes can see,
Some will feel like raging storms
That would toss us about at sea.
Others, though, will gently slide
Disguised and seldom seen,
Slipping by as if to hide
From eyes you thought were keen.
In fifty years you should look back
On the quiet and the storm,
When stories are shared you'll have no lack
For Adventure is the norm.
-- © Jesse Chisholm, September 17th, 2017