I went to the beach
To find my muse
For toes in sand
Sparks my creative fuse

I walked, pondering a plot at length
And felt something under, as my foot sank
There in the golden sand, a copper
That never made it to the ice cream stand

I stooped to pick it up
In my pocket it snugly tucked
For I have a box of little stuff
Bits and trinkets collected, an assorted lot

In it is an ivory spoon
A worn lava stone and a ½ doubloon
An Iroquois arrowhead that once took flight
And a faded love letter that lost its light

Why I keep, you wonder, no?
Well, they remind of people and places where I used to go!
Will the scratched copper help me win the lotto?
No, but someday it may remind me of something more

My box of trinkets, of what I’ve seen
Of where I’ve been and lessons gleaned
The important ones tucked, therein
Tools of healing, for when my confidence
And patience wears thin

The ivory spoon, a beautiful and rare tool
Reminds to feed my self not like a fool
And swallow not what anyone says
But to weigh the facts before I act instead

The lava stone, a Hawaiin vacay
Reminds me that it is very ok
To have wanderlust and be unable to stay
For too long, lest my passions decay

The ½ Doubloon while a worthless lot
Reminds me, that while money
The root of all evil, not
Is over-valued and greedily sought

The arrowhead speaks of dreams that take flight
Found in a piece of wood on a hike one night
While hitting targets not always on our first sight
With aim, we are likely to hit something! Am I right?

The letter, the game of love once lost
For hopeless romantics, not all is tossed
For a heart true, love still holds a golden hue
And time heals, for I am no longer blue

And now I add a penny too
When I see it I’ll think of the beach
Of what I sought there and what I like to do
I wait for my muse to impart in me
And scribble with ink as fast as I can see
Life’s little lessons in a poetic form
With the hope of sheltering a soul in a storm