Treasure Hunting

Hello Friends and Followers
I wrote this poem, to my amazement, ten years ago, and you know what, its still current for me. Treasure Hunting never ceases to please me and I get a thrill each time I find some.  I thought I would share it with you and include some photos of the doily dolls that I have made from beautiful doily treasure that adorn my home. Enjoy.

TREASURE HUNTING

With coins in my purse and a smile on my face

I walk with great purpose, I quicken my pace.

I'd heard of this shop filled with treasures galore,

Like all "stuff" collectors, I was looking for more.

The prospect of bargains never fails, me to tempt

That unusual item, that for just me was meant

The search is unending, it ebbs and it flows

The desire ever strengthens wherever I go.

My heartbeat now quickens, my eyes search around

To spy out the "stuff", on a shelf? On the ground?

The thrill of a "treasure" is just beyond speech

One hopes that the price will not be beyond reach.

Perhaps its the colour, or maybe the "feel"

The look or the texture may provide it's appeal.

Its hard to explain why old things attract

But they do and I love it, and that is a fact.

Never mind that I have one just like it at home

It cannot remain in the shop all alone.

With one eyeball missing and a sad lack of hair

Who's going to love it? I can't leave it there?

The doily with rust marks, yet stitches so fine;

The basket with handles supported by twine;

The half ball of wool, with colour so bright

Will be great for that doll that I started last night.

The old lace and trimmings; the buttons and beads

And all that old jewelry will fulfill all my needs.

"Look, that slip is so pretty, the lace is so nice

Would look well on that bride doll, and look at the price!"

Nothing's too far gone for my wide searching eye

Torn, worn or misshapen, I'll give it a try.

"No matter, its stained, it can come home with me

If bleach doesn't fix it, I'll soak it in tea".

I'm a sucker for treasure - love to give it a place

Where displayed in its glory, brings a smile to the face.

Creativity is fired with each treasure I keep

Can't stop making dolls now, I'm in way too deep.

My cupboards and drawers fairly bulge with my finds

No one understands me, "Are you losing your mind?"

The shop proved a cavern with treasures galore

I've had a geat time here, who could ask for more.

"What's that? There's another just over the way,"

I've spent all my coins, better call it a day

My back's sore , my feet ache, in fact I'm all done

I can't tell you what drives me, I just know IT'S FUN.

copyright 2001