I’ve thought about this for, literally a couple years. I’ve paused the blog for almost that amount of time. But, now, I think I get it. It’s not a cryptic code, cipher, or anagram. It’s a metaphor, and it’s brilliant.
What if we look at the poem as a metaphor for life/death as well as instructions on how to find what we want to find?
As I have gone alone in there and with my treasures bold, I can keep my secret where, and hint of riches new and old.
-We enter the world, ultimately, alone. Is ff reminiscing, pondering, (or something else, here) about life and memories made?
Begin it where warm waters halt and take it in the canyon down, not far, but too far to walk. Put in below the home of Brown.
-Canyon, can, and has been a symbol of, among other things, fertility, mother earth, and even the female genitalia where life (outside the womb) starts.
From there it’s no place for the meek, the end is ever drawing nigh; there’ll be no paddle up your creek, just heavy loads and water high.
-Life isn’t for the faint of heart, you’re, literally, dying from the beginning, and it isn’t going to be easy.
If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, look quickly down, your quest to cease.
-Found your meaning, your calling, or your mission? Embrace your humility and be grateful.
But tarry scant with marvel gaze, just take the chest and go in peace.
-Take a look, reminisce for a short time, but don’t dwell. You’ve got your reward, it’s ok to go.
So why is it that I must go and leave my trove for all to seek? The answers I already know, I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.
-(More of Forrest reminiscing and contemplating life. I’m doing this for myself. I’ve accomplished what I could have expected to and I’m nearing the end.
So hear me all and listen good, your effort will be worth the cold.
-I’ve been through life, and it’s worth it. It’s tough, trying, and with tribulations. And it’s worthy of death.
If you are brave and in the wood I give you title to the gold.
-As an aside, if you’ve gotten here, you’ve earned it.