Archeologist Dreams

This was an entry for a flash fiction, I had to use the words, Mokey, Cross and Poem in a story 300 words or less.

The colorful clouds separated dissipating into the distance. I could now see the ground below and the temples rising like giant monuments to the Incas out of the jungle. The greens of the rain forest mixed with different shades of leaves and vines creeping higher and higher till it looked as if they were touching the sky. I could see a mountain in the distance half covered by a cloud the tip still peeking out above as if it were saying hello. This was my dream my life and I was finally here. The plane jerked and dropped inches at a time as we began to land. My heart was thudding with a deep pounding of a drum with anticipation. Finally the screech of the tires touched the landing strip and slowed to a stop. I was the first out of the plan after Dr. Zumaz. It felt like Christmas morning to me. I stood on the dirt path leading into the astounding jungle green and noticed a monkey cross the path ahead. A poem from my childhood sprang to my mind bringing me to revere. I walked in wonder taking a bottomless gratifying breath ready to begin my life and adventure as an archeologist.