A Treasure Trove
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Crimson, Forgotten, Grace, Harvest, Love, Misty, Shadow, Shore, Tempest, Yesterday.
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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