Treasure Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Treasure

Rating: 4.5


Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peak.
They won't ever know.
I'll go real slow.

A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It's empty but one book.

Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry.
I met this nice guy.


vrom my poetry book DREAMS 1

Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
from my poetry book DREAMS 1
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sia Reis 27 January 2016

Very nice poem! Thanks for sharing!

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