Down, down under
In the dark, snaking rut
where the rats roam free
And the filth runs amok
Deep deep down,
in dank, glistening tunnels,
eerie silence
through slimy funnels,
There lies a glinting rock,
Shining in the dark
Reflecting,
Gleaming,
Lost.
While its owner runs wild above.
‘Hank, have you seen it?’
‘Hank?’
‘HANK?!’
‘Yes, dear,’
Far, far away,
When the grimy, grey sludge,
Is belched onto shore;
A small, tan child
Reaches down,
And lifts his treasure from the mud.
Ocean Bream 
I love this. I have lost a few valuable treasures. I hope they were found somewhere by someone and not just stuck in the sludge. 🙂
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Oh, I hope so too! Thank you for stopping by and commenting 🙂
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A child painted this?????
And the poem left me feeling quite hopeful. Children can often find the sparkle, can’t they? Dirt doesn’t bother them as much as it bothers us.
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Yes! A bright eyed little child! You can check him out on the link under the image, if you want 🙂 Oh gosh, children really can. It’s so true that they bring joy into life. Once my baby sister in law, at age one and a half, fell into fits of laughter when we were in the garden because a giant fly kept buzzing around her feet. She found it so hilarious, whereas one of us would probably have become mighty annoyed at such a troublesome fly! Soon we were all laughing with her 🙂
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If we pay enough attention to children, do you think they can bring us back to what matters in this world?
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If we do, it might. For a short while. Mightn’t it?
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I believe so.
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