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
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