A Treasure Map

~ Frank Solanki

Once I found a treasure map

With an ‘X’ marked upon it

It got me quite excited

That I must admit

…

I followed the map’s trail

With a spade in my hand

It led me to a garden

Desolate and abandoned

…

In the barren garden stood

A giant of a tree

That was the treasure spot

My heart was filled with glee

…

So I began digging

Digging for hours on end

Digging all day and all night

With a spade in my hand

…

Many such days did pass

No sign of a chest

Though I dug up everywhere

Though I tried my best

…

An old man came up to me

Said, “Son, I see you sweat

But what is it you want?

What do you wish to get?”

…

Though I wasn’t very keen

I narrated my tale

About the dusty treasure map

About the ‘X’ and trail

…

He said, “You’ve got it wrong

The treasure is the tree

No need to be digging

This map was made by me”

…

I looked at him with rage

Knocked him with my spade

Buried him on the spot

Under the giant tree’s shade

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Published by Frank Solanki

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