The Treasure

High on a mountain in a foggy mist

He buried his treasure one night

He laid it down in the cold dark ground

Beneath the bright moonlight

A tree is where he placed his X

To mark where his treasure lay

A mountain man who lived off the land

A place he was destined to stay

All alone just him and his treasure

It had been that way for thirty-five years

But late at night by dim moonlight

He would often be brought to tears

Each day he would check on his treasure

Beneath that lonesome oak tree

In an old wooden box then covered with rocks

For whoever passed by would see

He cherished his treasure that only God gives

And he would for the rest of his life

Until one day the man passed away

And was buried beside his wife

Another X was made on that tree

Her treasure was finally found

Years have passed but he's home at last

Beside his treasure in the ground

Reviews

[A. V. Madison]

Cryptic, but at the end it all comes together. Intensity is collosal. Great write.

[judith106]

Intense!! Wow so sad but I love it.

[Theresa]

This is beautiful. Your words flow so sweetly to deliver the message. You are very gifted.

[Annabelle Lee]

oh, so sweet