I enjoyeth the time
Walking close on water's edge;
Finding a seagull feather
It's a treasure at it's best.

Little riches sometimes cometh
Wherein we don't seeketh them out;
I'm learning to taketh them as they showeth
And embrace them on a cloud.

These little gem's couldst be friend's
Or an amour unseen;
Yet if we haveth friend's that's good enough
Yet an amour we shalt still dream...




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry