POOR KING'S TREASURE

There have been stories, old and new,
About treasures fit for kings.
About the fire red ruby,
Or emerald and diamond rings.
Crowns of gold or silver,
Goblets of very fine wine,
But, not one of these treasures
Can compare to the "treasures" of mine.
I may not have gold or silver,
Wear velvet or sit on a throne,
But, my measure of wealth is greater,
The most precious a person has known.
My jewels are the sunshine and flowers,
The fragrance after a rain,
The countryside in springtime,
When things are new once again,
Fluffy white clouds that sail
Against the bluest skies,
The sounds that are all around me,
Or wonders that fill my eyes,
The laughter of my children,
The smiles we freely share,
Little things that are done,
To let each know we care.
My "treasures" are far more joyous,
Simple gifts sent from above.
But, the greatest gift God gave me...
..is the gift of knowing LOVE.

Copyright ©1998 Susan Stevens

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