Hidden Treasure - Poem by Roger Guillermo
A little walk over the grassy edge,
West of the pond, along the elevated pathway,
Brings me to the good old bridge
where the road ends and turns right few steps away.
The old and rusty barbed wire takes its circuit
From the jackfruit tree eastward
To an old mound that subtly hides a conduit
To a spring water that runs northward.
So many times I was told when I was a kid,
Not naughty enough to question then why,
To be so careful not to thoroughly dig or rid
The ant hill where the property monument lie.
I dig enough to now get a glimpse of the cornerstone,
I stopped with no intention to further investigate.
the zillion strong red army guarding it is so staunch
A war against I have no nerve to instigate
I took a few steps back, the army has spread
Few shots here and there was more than I can handle
All that I have come to confirm has been bared
What's left is nothing more than later prove my mettle.
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