Mettle Detecting
I have a tin of Roman coins and other bits
Mettle Detecting
Beneath the soil, so still and sound,
A treasure waited underground.
A sweep, a beep, my heart took flight,
A golden ring caught in the light.
Worth £500, what a score!
A find like this, who could want more?
Its shine, its weight, a tale untold,
A secret kept in the earth’s hold.
From buried dreams to my own hand,
A gift unearthed from time-worn land.
Metal detecting, such a thrill—
The joy of finding treasure lingers still.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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