Far into the murky water I see
Glimmers of gold shining off the sun’s rays
Down the creek, between the valley of trees
I take my blue bucket and dream of wealth
Digging for treasures where the light leads me
Each scoop adds to the mountain built beside
Grabbing some from the top with my left hand
As the gold disappears, it’s now wet sand
By Melissa Kelly
Published in Hedge Apple, April, 2019
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