Timothy Post....Pilgrim.....

Timothy Post, Pilgrim, sat atop a BIG rock ,parched, crying,
wondering where his "group" had disappeared to...
He had lost his way some 4 days prior...
Here's what had happened:
Far off in the distance, Timothy had seen a gathering of Trees.....
like a Green Haze of foliage...
And there had been something so captivating about this "ball of green",
that he had begun walking toward it...
almost beyond his own will...
It had been a kind of "longing" that his body had felt at the sight of the "Emerald Mirage"...
He had walked and walked and walked....for DAYS....
Yet the beautiful Green Ball had never seemed to be any closer...
And then, on the fourth day, Timothy realized that he was VERY, VERY FAR AWAY
 from his fellow Pilgrims...
that he had, on some level, "Left the Building"...
Well...
the young man had not eaten a bite since the walk began....
He had gone 4 days with no water to boot...aside from the few drops of rain he'd swallowed 2 days prior,,,,
As he sat, weeping, parched,  on the rock,,,,
he felt a profound and BITTER YEARNING for his Mother Country.....
for England...
for the fog and the mist and the crust-less sandwiches,
 and the all-together HUMOURLESS blokes ....
Where was he anyway ?
What was this strange and empty place ?
For some bizarre reason, he reached randomly into his jacket pocket at that moment and,
JOY of JOYS,,,, 
he pulled out a FULLY Wrapped, chocolate bar!!!
At least,,,,,he could eat....