PASTORAL DREAMS

A Little gift my husband sent on to me today.
They just love having fun watching me play!!!!!!



Old Treasure Hunt Fool

(I dedicate this poem to my wife who, in the fall of 2007, took an Ottawa Radio Station Treasure Hunt just a little too far)

There once was this Italian mother
Who neglected her significant other
She ignored everyone, was no longer fun
Looked only for treasure to uncover
Story goes this was a girl with a dream
To be hunter of treasure supreme
They took her away, there she stays to this day
And keeps saying, “things aren't as they seem”
As time passed she was feeling much better
But her family still wouldn’t come get her
They wrote don’t despair, your better off there
Sent on in an extremely short letter
Time passed by, she turned old and went grey
She wished she could go back to that day
Swears things would differ, the hunt would be stiffer
And the treasure would be hers for the prey
Her family has started over their life
No need for a deadbeat mom and / or wife
Her headstone when chose, the words they’ll compose
They agree to install without strife

Here lies the soul of a women gone crazy
Dirty house and a little bit lazy
The treasure it seems, was just part of her dreams
As her whole life slipped away and turned hazy
If you’re looking for gold, treasure or jewel
For it appears that this would be the rule
The moral would seem, to stay part of the team
And don’t turn into an Old Treasure Hunt Fool

Stan
Saturday, 22 September, 2007