A Lost Treasure Found Again
When I was but a little girl
A treasured book became our pearl
A gift from an English girl next door
For my sister and me, ‘twas much more
The cover tattered, the pages well worn
And when ‘twas lost, we were so forlorn.
For many years, we’ve remembered it so
Rupert’s Adventures would never slow
We could still see his little sweet face
As to the woods each morning he’d race
With Bill, the badger, his special friend
They’d never be old; the fun never end.
When we were both in our final years
We often looked back with joy and tears
You see, tho the book of our youth was lost
I found another just like it at great cost
A gift for my sister like none other before
A Rupert book from nineteen forty-four.
Tho it’s not the original one we had
To have another like it made her glad
We still feel the same as we read on
That feeling we had will never be gone
Rupert has been in our life, don’t you see
We still love him so, my sister and me!
10/25/16
For the Old Jewelry or Just Old Things contest
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