Bev’s Treasure
By Lord R.e.
Taylor
Some people
hunt for gold
Others dream of
opals
There are some
who don’t want treasure
At least not
the kind worth millions
They endlessly
search the beaches
Oceans, inland
seas, or massive lakes
Anywhere where
shipping took place
Bottles were
thrown overboard
Smashed on the
water’s rocks below
Beaten by the
actions of nature
Creating a
special kind of gemstone
But to that one
woman everyone knows
Who always hunts
the foot of East Ave.
Every piece of
beach glass she finds
Is the most
valuable treasure in the world
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