Spelunking
The Cave Poem

Down,

down,

down.

Deeper and deeper you go.

Down,

down,

down.

Steady and careful and slow.

Down,

down,

down.

Deeper and deeper below.

Can’t go up.

Can’t go back.

All is darkness.

All is black.

A smell: stale, mysterious, old.

A touch: something rustling, cold.

A sound: rushing water, underground stream.

A feeling: you might have to scream.