O! glory. I enjoy the spirit of myself.
I sing to the beloved earth that surrounds
me. O! beautiful dirt, lovely sky! How
happy I am to be a treasure chest.
My lid is stuck fast to my bottom lip
and all the treasure glows inside me.
Somewhere, high above me, there may be an ‘X’ marking my whereabouts. But I don’t want to be found, I want to sit and
enjoy my wonderful treasure. If it weren’t
for me it would have spoiled years ago.
I was strong! I kept my wits! I
protected the treasure!
I am a magnificent treasure chest.
O! how guarding treasure gives me pleasure.
No pleasure can measure to that of my
treasure. O! how I sing thee,
I had better be quiet or someone might
find me. TREASURE! TREASURE! I am your
© Anthony O’Dugan 2021