In the Mojave's burning sand,
Something glittered like lost gold.
So I picked it up in my hand,
It was an anchor I did hold.
With an Eagle perched upon a globe,
The anchor with a piece of rope.
From some unknown hero's spotless wardrobe,
From a hero that instills great hope.
I cleaned it off and walked away,
Thankful for the treasure found.
And with me now it always stays,
The Marine insignia, found in the ground.
12/21/10 Alton Texas
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