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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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.

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