Post by janicemarie on May 13, 2005 11:48:24 GMT -5
Treasures
By Janice Marie
I walked down to the ocean and stood on the beach
Gazing at all that was there within my reach
I closed my eyes and smelled the sweet scent of the wind
Gently circling and caressing my skin
Lifting my long blonde hair softly as I strolled
No worries and no were special to go
Spending one day just enjoying the silence
Cherishing this special time with no pretense
No one to tell you what to do or say
This will be a truly wonderful day
Gathering all the seashells clustered on the sand
So many colors and shapes to look at again and again
There is a cluster of rocks jutting out away from the beach
So to them I will stroll and climb them to the very top
The view from up there is so beautiful it could make your heart stop
The winds are more formidable the higher you climb
Whistling as they swirl through the openings as they have for all time
There is a cave at the very top hidden from people below
I discovered it quite by accident when I tripped and stubbed my toe
There was an opening big enough for a person to walk through
And as I walked closer my curiosity magnified and grew
I very carefully approached the entrance and looked inside
It was empty and there wasn’t any reason to hide
On the walls were carvings and paintings of ancient times
A language that I have never seen written before
In the back of the cave was an animal skin hanging like a door
It was brown and painted with many different scenes ao
As if it were a map of a person’s happy dreams
There were colors of red, yellow and blue streams
Small huts were scattered here and there
And plants were pictured with a lot of care
Painted all over the skin so delicately and the edges
Looked like they were stitched with horse hair
Could this be a settlement of an ancient tribe
And someone had used these very walls to scribe
Detailing the life of the people that came and went
Showing all that they did and how they built their tents
I was in awe as I looked over this animal skin
Where had it come from and when did it begin
Questions entered my mind one after the other
As I traced with my finger and felt each painted flower
There at the very top of the rocks stood a man
Was he looking outward and dreaming a plan
By Janice Marie
I walked down to the ocean and stood on the beach
Gazing at all that was there within my reach
I closed my eyes and smelled the sweet scent of the wind
Gently circling and caressing my skin
Lifting my long blonde hair softly as I strolled
No worries and no were special to go
Spending one day just enjoying the silence
Cherishing this special time with no pretense
No one to tell you what to do or say
This will be a truly wonderful day
Gathering all the seashells clustered on the sand
So many colors and shapes to look at again and again
There is a cluster of rocks jutting out away from the beach
So to them I will stroll and climb them to the very top
The view from up there is so beautiful it could make your heart stop
The winds are more formidable the higher you climb
Whistling as they swirl through the openings as they have for all time
There is a cave at the very top hidden from people below
I discovered it quite by accident when I tripped and stubbed my toe
There was an opening big enough for a person to walk through
And as I walked closer my curiosity magnified and grew
I very carefully approached the entrance and looked inside
It was empty and there wasn’t any reason to hide
On the walls were carvings and paintings of ancient times
A language that I have never seen written before
In the back of the cave was an animal skin hanging like a door
It was brown and painted with many different scenes ao
As if it were a map of a person’s happy dreams
There were colors of red, yellow and blue streams
Small huts were scattered here and there
And plants were pictured with a lot of care
Painted all over the skin so delicately and the edges
Looked like they were stitched with horse hair
Could this be a settlement of an ancient tribe
And someone had used these very walls to scribe
Detailing the life of the people that came and went
Showing all that they did and how they built their tents
I was in awe as I looked over this animal skin
Where had it come from and when did it begin
Questions entered my mind one after the other
As I traced with my finger and felt each painted flower
There at the very top of the rocks stood a man
Was he looking outward and dreaming a plan
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
