Is another Man's treasures........
These cement critters where left here when we moved to this place a few years ago and I just love them, to some they may be trash but to me they are a part of someones history.
Yes, they are chipped, missing parts, but to me that's what makes them a found treasure. My mind often wonders when I see old things, I think of it's history and the joy they brought to someone else. I wonder if these have had several owners, how old they are or what their origin is, if they could speak what stories they would have to tell.
I'm reminded of this too when I use my Mom's old metal measuring cup she used to measure her sugar for her sweet tea, or when I look at my Dad's dog tags he wore around his neck in World War 11, he served in New Guinea... now they would have a story to tell I'm sure.
It's funny how something so worn and useless to others can become a treasure to us. Do you have any treasures?
A discovery in the boxed memories
forgotten history of childhood,
adolescence, years gone by
pearls in the oyster
treasures in the dark
still places, quiet like the grave
dirty too, with the dust of time
urging me to look further
in the next box
for another nugget
sifted from the stream bed
among the rocks
and the gravel
6 hours ago