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grandmas treasure
At the bottom of her garden was grandmas treasure trove it was buried in a hole at least that was what were told we kids all went there daily to see what they could find at the bottom of her garden they left their world behind some said she hid her treasures pots of gold and dust some said it was a measure of all her love and trust we looked beneath the apple trees the gooseberry bushes too but all we found was nettles along with slow worms and a shoe they say that grandma Alice was rich in tales of lore she sang her hymns there daily believed in love not war she was a salvation soldier with bonnet on her hair she sat in gods own citadell thats where yould find her there on sundays she would tell us that jesus christ was king her words were kind and open you should have heard her sing we never found that pot of gold beneath the orchard trees we discovered love and thruth instead the searching made us free Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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