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| The Daffodil Field (treasure hunting) Rows and rows of yellow and green; and still they lie buried and yet to be seen! Lost treasures of old, with a tale to be told, as the hunter searches for long lost dreams. What one man has lost, some may serve to gain; if they're willing to search come sunshine or rain. For it takes a strong heart for this dying art; that unearths missing pieces from history's remains. Folks may laugh and call him a fool; others may wonder, just what is his tool! It just is his way to escape all the fray and he'll have the last laugh when he finds those jewels. Rows and rows of yellow and green; and still they lie buried and yet to be seen! Lost treasures of old, with a tale to be told, as the hunter searches for long lost dreams. Joy A. Burki-Watson |