I have a chart,
to a piece of art.
It’s in a trunk,
In a ship that sunk.
I need the elite,
for the task to complete.
I’ll pay in pound,
Once it’s found.
The chest was grey,
with no decay,
but all alone,
I dare to stay.
Diamonds are bold,
and have a charm,
but the site of gold,
did keep me calm.
I’ll toast a drink,
to the fools I’ll wink.
I’ll be discreet,
in pub or street.
If all goes well,
In skies I'll dwell.
When all is done,
My past is gone.
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Author:
Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2024 11:30
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Comments1
This lovely descriptive write reminds me of my grandson when he used to play at being a pirate. He had a blue plastic treasure chest. Alas no gold but his favourite toys and sweets made up his treasure. Thank you for bringing me some happy nostalgia today. All the best.
Hello Cassie58,
It's always good to hear from you. I am glad that I have brought back happy memories. Enjoy.
Saleh
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