Wednesday, March 28, 2018

TREASURE



Walking across the road,
towards the store,
with the last few coins of the month
clinking in my pocket,
I smile as I find myself humming
"If I Were a Rich Man".

My eyes find the beloved hills
ringing the harbour.
I croak companionably
at the raven heckling me 
from a high wire.
Clouds are wisping so beautifully
across the shoulders
of Meares Island.
And the waves! the waves! the waves!
are sporting tiny white caps
this fine morning.

I reflect
that I am likelier happier
than many of the local 
millionaires.

For here - and here! -
- and here! - and here! -

lie my treasures.


All my life, nature has been my love and my delight. Blue skies have brought me through all of the good times and the bad. I have never lost that wonder. I am a lucky girl.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Treasure.


15 comments:

  1. Glorious!!!! Oh, I feel treasure rising in this action poem.

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  2. Treasures abound in the natural world, if only we open our eyes and hands and hearts to receive them (as you do).

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  3. A wise indeed, to recognise true treasures.

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  4. wondreful poem... treasure is very much in the eye of the beholder

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  5. That is so beautifully written. The peace and beauty and joy that nature sparks, cannot be bought with money

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  6. I hear you loud and clear, and you're right. What a beautiful place you live in I always enjoy your pictures and words about living there. A breath of fresh air.

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  7. I like how you can smile at material poverty in light of the wealth of nature all around you. This is such a sweet, lovely, You poem.

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  8. Sadly so many are blind aren't they to the beauty and treasures that surround us? Beautiful poem Sherry.

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  9. The rich are to be pitied...all they have is money. We all breath the same air, are surrounded by the same scenery whether we drive a clunker or a bentley continental.
    Good poem.

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  10. And you are our treasure. Each word is gold-shining.

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  11. I love how you move seamlessly from the everyday event of going to the store to the beauty of nature and your treasured landscape, Sherry.The repetition of 'the waves!' is effective in its rhythm and the image of waves constantly ebbing and flowing.

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  12. Smiling through those few coins with views of a treasure far greater. The repetition in this really brings it alive.

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  13. and more still, you are rich in friends, Sherry ~

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