Constance La France Poet Narrative

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Scavenging For Treasure

It began when I was a young girl, oh I did not scavenge,
in the mud or float in the river but I was known to collect;
rocks and shells by the shores of lakes and rivers, and ocean,
but, one of my favorite things to do was to go on a scavenge,
hunt in the woods, I was like any good Mudlark seeking a treasure;
I called this an adventure. "Where are you going?" mother asked,
"on an adventure !" Was my reply . . . 

Now, I am grown but I am still gathering things, I love to skulk,
and prowl second hand book stores and all the junk stores;
and I am not opposed to getting on my hands and knees to explore,
a hidden tattered box, and finding a treasure within making my day;
and once I bring these things home-  like an old book, vintage jewelry,
or dish of some sort that becomes my treasured possession . . . 

My motto is  "just because something is old it still has value"

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April 5, 2020


Poetry/Narrative/Scavenging for Treasure
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Quoth Theraven April 5, 2020 at 10:45 PM I can just see you with your treasures, hair dressed in pony-tails with not one care in the wide world. And a poet was in there too. Oh what an adventure the tide likes to bring. A Fav _Constance... -Richard Constance La France April 6, 2020 at 12:11 AM Richard, thanks for visiting my poem and for the great comment and the Fav, yes you have me described perfectly, this long hair just gets in the way when prowling the cobwebby (is that a word?) depths of junk shops _Constance