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.
for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Treasure.
Glorious!!!! Oh, I feel treasure rising in this action poem.
ReplyDeleteTreasures abound in the natural world, if only we open our eyes and hands and hearts to receive them (as you do).
ReplyDeleteA wise indeed, to recognise true treasures.
ReplyDeletewondreful poem... treasure is very much in the eye of the beholder
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletePerfect!!!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSadly so many are blind aren't they to the beauty and treasures that surround us? Beautiful poem Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteGood poem.
And you are our treasure. Each word is gold-shining.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSmiling through those few coins with views of a treasure far greater. The repetition in this really brings it alive.
ReplyDeleteTrue riches indeed!
ReplyDeleteand more still, you are rich in friends, Sherry ~
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