Digging in the Dirt...

A sparkle of light among the dirt
     and another treasure in unearthed;
a piece of an old china plate someone broke long ago...
     Where did they go, how long did they stay,
how many at the table for supper every day?
     A few more steps and a cast iron shell,
miles from the shore,
     laying forgotten just as well
Did it have a stand or was it in a recessed wall,
     was it part of the Garden of Eden
and was it lost in The Fall?
     Old things and the thoughts they bring;
imagination is truly a wondrous thing,
     for i have traveled in Time
and the proof lies in my room
     things lost past and forgotten
are like a beacon in the gloom,
     drawing you near to wonder and question
and that it the wonder of antique things;
     Age does bring some lessons...