As a child, the backyard was
my sanctuary and my
playground.
I climbed the soft
pine tree and crawled to
the top of the garage.
I stood and gazed at all the
houses and streets.
I felt rich.
My mom had a brown
jewelry box shaped like
a treasure chest.
It reminded me of
pirates and adventure.
I filled it with
football cards
gum
candy bars
family pictures, and a few
coins.
I found a small shovel
and buried it in the
backyard close to the
pine tree.
I pretended to forget
where it was.
A week or so later, I
suggested to my best friend,
Wally, that we should
search my yard for buried treasure.
Of course, we found it.
I acted surprised.
We celebrated.
All these years later,
I realize that my treasure,
then and now, is imagination.
I'm a wealthy man.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments11
A fun story of a childhood memory that still extends into the present. Nicely done Thomas
Thank you.
Most welcome Thomas
A very well written poem of reflection. Memories to cherish. Wealth comes from living an extraordinary life.
Thank you, my friend.
Wonder is what makes man young. I love seeing that theme shine through this poem. This was a delightful read!
Thank you, my friend.
A lovely write of the wealth we have always had, enjoyed the read
Tremendous work.
The wealth of youth today is broken. 🌹
Thank you.
An excellent poem, my dear friend. Very relatable...it's funny how those childhood memories touch us in the present. Powerful stuff, Thomas! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you.
You're welcome!
"When I was a child I spoke as a child..." now as a man. Nice reflection, little wisdom sneaking in.
Thanks
Enjoyable Poem. I remember a wardrobe being a. 'Tardis' until it toppled over with me inside.
Childhood Memories are like Sunshine that warm. Thank you.
Thanks.
beautiful memories of childhood embedded in the mind well explained - brings back memories of our childhood - thanks for sharing
Thanks.
always welcome
Loved the simplicity. I conveyed the nostalgia and drew the picture of that lost time vividly. Beautiful work
Thank you.
This poem proves that wealth can come in many forms. It is not always monetary but can be as simple as finding a shovel. Nice write. Very enjoyable to read.
Thank you.
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