My Priceless Find Poem by Janice M Pickett

As I walked the Sunday Market
I found a young man with a gift
of making things from leather
with hands that moved so swift

I browsed the many items
from belts to leather chairs
and found a treasure from the past
old from many years

The young man said he'd made it
as a child years before
and no-one yet had bought it
and it sat here in his store

It was a little tee-pee
with an Indian wearing feathers
His tee-pee was a jacket
made of three different leathers

The backdropp he had painted
with a gentle hand in blue
and in his talent added
a wolf head shining through

I asked him for a meaning
of this magic piece of art
he said the tee-pee jacket was to
warm the Indian's heart

The Wolfe head was a symbol
of the power he held within
and the color blue was heaven
in the sky where life begins

He said he was creating
a message from the sky
that showed Gods mighty power
from the hand that held up high

He said the flames ignited
the image much increased
he wanted to express himself
through the symbol of the beast

I asked if I could buy it
he said “it's not for sale”
He kept it as his reminder
That he must never fail

I learned a lesson that Market day
from one wise creative boy
that some things hold more value
if their meaning brings you joy

If what we have created
has a treasured message wise and true
It's good to show it to the world
but best to be kept by you