Writers' Pantry #62. This is an excerpt from a poem I wrote as part of a short story some time ago. As I look out my window on this beautiful, balmy, sunny first day of Spring I'm reminded of it, and the treasure we so often take for granted. Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, March 21, 2021
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Fiddle de dum, fiddle de dee
there's a secret to be told
to those who are seeking treasure
in search of a pot of gold.
In my lifetime there's a lesson I learned
riches aren't found in money
but in the wildflower meadow
where the bees collect their honey
Down the hill to the little creek
and the sound of its gurgling tones
as it flows ever so gently
over time-scarred and weathered stones
In the distant sight of birds on the wing
and the sound of their warbling trill
as they stop for lunch in the tangle
of blackberry vines just down the hill
Savor the colors that are yours to see
Grass so green and sky so blue
These are the treasures about us,
more than we ever knew.
How many of us miss the treasures close by, because we lust for unattainable riches?
ReplyDeleteSo very true!
DeleteWe would be so much happier--or a lot less sad--if we took the time to see, understand, and appreciate our everyday treasures. I love these three lines so much: "riches aren't found in money / but in the wildflower meadow / where the bees collect their honey", and believe them too.
ReplyDeleteI like the juxtaposition of the gold (money) and the gold of the honey, as well as the sound of the river next to the sound of the birds. :)
ReplyDeleteThe natural world is indeed a great treasure. May we all value it as it deserves!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, there is always beauty all around us if we wants to find it.
ReplyDeletetreasures can be found everywhere, if we just look.
ReplyDeletethere's much to learn from your poem.
I cherish your words of 'infinite' wisdom .....
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