Story of the Crystal Cave
Deep in the middle of the backyard said my Auntie May
There is a crystal cave, placed way down, under the clay
Almost no relative of ours knows that it is there
If you ever find it, there is a statue of a large golden bear.
Bears lived in this magical cave many eons ago
I stared out her window, looking straight out at snow
When can we dig? I asked her. She said “maybe in the spring”.
But she was gone by then, so we had a funeral dirge to sing.
The homestead was sold to strangers, we did not have the money.
I told the story to my grandchildren – Lucas, Drake, Ben and Honey.
I pointed out the house and told them about the crystal cave too.
When I get rich, Drake said, “Grandma, I am going to buy it for you.”
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