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| THE OLD MAN'S TREASURE |
| THERE'S A HIDDEN TREASURE OUT BEHIND THAT OLD BARN, IT'S BEEN THERE UNNOTICED AND FORGOTTEN FOR YEARS. THE RAMBLING OF ITS APPENDAGES WOULD UNRAVEL LIKE YARN BLENDING IN WITH THE LANDSCAPE IT WOULD APPEAR. |
| LOADED WITH LITTLE TRINKETS OF SMOOTH VELVETY RED A GIFT TO MANY THAT WOULD BE BEYOND COMPARE. AND YET, IT GOES NEGLECTED AND ALONE INSTEAD JUST WAITING TO GIVE SOMEONE CHEER AND A SMILE SOME WHERE. |
| LIKE SO MANY OTHER THINGS THAT ARE LOST IN THE RUSH OF EVERYDAY LIVING AND KEEPING UP WITH THE PACE. LEFT FORGOTTEN AND ALONE, TRYING NOT TO BE CRUSHED. ALL AROUND THINGS PASS BY, AND WHY THE RACE? |
| THE OLD MAN DOWN THE WAY IS AKIN TO THIS TREASURE FOR HIS CHILDREN HAVE MOVED ON AND NOW HE WAITS, LIKE THE RAMBLINGS OF THE ROSE VINE, HE TRIES TO MEASURE ALL THE REASONS HE'S ALONE, AND HOW TO ESCAPE. |
| PUT THOSE TREASURES BOTH TOGETHER AND SEE WHAT YOU HAVE. THE BEAUTY OF THE CLIMBING ROSE AND SOMEONE WHO CARES. TO TEND IT'S TANGLED GROWTH AND MAKE IT FEEL GLAD, THEN EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH ARE ALONE, THEY HAVE EACH OTHER TO SHARE. |
| DAYS GO BY AND THEN THE YEARS, THE WINDING ROSE STILL WINDS. BUT THE OLD MAN IS NO LONGER AROUND TO TEND FOR ITS NEEDS LOOKS LIKE THE WEAR AND TEAR AND THE WAITING ALL THE TIME, TOOK IT'S TOLL ON THE KEEPER OF THE TREASURE THAT GROWS IN THE WEEDS. |
| WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY BARR, MAY 6, 2004 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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