A Quest For Treasure – A Tribute to Metal Detecting

A Quest For Treasure – A Tribute to Metal Detecting

My neck is sore from looking down

As I search for treasure in the ground

Sometimes in dirt, others sand

I slowly walk, my detector in hand

Dreaming of silver, coins, and gold

My excitement build with every hole

A telltale beep or buzzing sound

My shovel turns another mound

I dig and sift, and call it pleasure

One person’s junk, my modern treasure

Collecting wire and bottle caps

Farming tools, a rusty ax

A horseshoe here a horseshoe there

A hand crank drill and framing square

Belt buckles and folding knives

Knobs from drawers, even old wind chimes

Pull tabs galore, and buried cans

Still more fun than digging clams

I can’t count the rusty nails

And iron spikes that held the rails

Coins and jewelry my holy grail

Hidden between the rocks and shale

A high school ring, with a shiny stone

Old tin cups and a dial-up phone

Broken toys from days gone by

Nostalgic thoughts that make some cry

Fishing lures, hooks, and casings

None of them are what I’m chasing

A pistol frame and shotgun shell

Buried spoons, an antique bell

Buttons, bands, and too much scrap

Oh, how I wish, I had a map

A hobby, no, it’s a life obsession

Heck, I’m out so much, it’s my profession

So if you see me walking alone

Don’t disturb, I’m in the zone

Author’s Notes

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R.J. Schwartz also owns and writes all the content on The Gypsy Thread, a website dedicated to all things strange, unique, abstract, pagan, and outside of the mainstream

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

2 thoughts on “A Quest For Treasure – A Tribute to Metal Detecting

  • January 27, 2023 at 12:09 PM

    Love this poem, Ralph! It portrays the obsession as well as the enjoyment of metal detecting. I’ve never done it but I can understand the fascination.
    Many people in Britain do this, quite a few on the beach near my house. You never know what you might find and the stories one can conjure up from each object is infinite.
    The rhythm of this fits the action of a detectors. Brilliant!7

  • January 28, 2023 at 3:08 AM

    Back in the day – metal detecting was a huge pastime of mine. It was part of how I explored the outdoors and went well with my fishing, hunting, ghost towning, and photography adventures. Really enjoyed this piece…


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