The Boat

You are hidden 

A clearing as big as a soccer pitch 

In the middle of a jungle.

In the jungle, as far as you can see there are plants

As old as a dinosaur. 

The trees are the colour of rust

With burn marks that had been sizzled long ago. 

In the dense jungle a small dingy in a dirty-looking river

You step into the dinghy

It starts slowly drifting down the river as slow as a snail. 

You peer over the edge, you

Expect to see fish swimming alongside the dinghy 

but you do not.