NATIONAL TREASURE

A lady was throwing out the trash She was desperate to earn some cash She tossed books in the air Dumped them off without care Then startled when she heard a big crash She collected the pieces of glass Catapulted them onto the grass Then curled up for a rest Leaning on the old chest Until several hours had passed Waking up in the late afternoon To the sound of the mockingbird’s tune She bumped into the hook And knocked over a book Titled ‘A Surrender to the Moon’ Her gasp of delight did ricochet Around the backyard in disarray Her prized anthology Filled with mythology Complete with her poetic essay She published her first poem ever Bound together to last forever In this book so cherished Never will be perished Because it’s a national treasure