Grampy's Jar SF
It's broken now,
The dusty old jar from Grampy's barn,
Hidden behind a pitchfork and a rusty shovel,
Forgotten there many years ago.
The contents looked like shadows behind the glass,
But to me they sparkled like the gold in a miner's pan.
I discovered two glass door knobs, a skeleton key,
An old toy truck with no wheels, and some jacks
With a cracked rubber ball that didn't bounce.
On the bottom, many colorful marbles rolled about,
But, the best discovery that day was that
Grampy knew how to play marbles, and taught me how.