The Search
The man walked to the water's edge
as the ground crunched and creaked.
The bitter cold took nips and bites
of cheeks and finger tips.
Rocks glistened with a band of ice...
edges lacey and fine....
The water gushed by, and around
the frozen winter ground.
He knew the spot where he would find
the treasure hidden deep,
a spring fed pond
meandering from a creek.
The sound of water pushing past
all obstacles in its way...
was more than enough to qualify
as the treasure of the day.
Diana Pothast
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