Wouldn't you just love to find
Ancient treasure left behind?
In the ground, a glint of gold
Buried there by knights of old.
Wouldn't you just love to hold?
A loving cup. Secrets told
Among etchings hands combined
Of past lovers. Hearts combined.
Wouldn't you just love to touch
A stone studded Roman brooch?
Once pinned upon the shoulder
Of a strong and brave soldier.
Wouldn't you just love to see
The Hoard hidden carefully
In a farmer's field nearby
Dug up by a local guy?
Well, beyond our hedge you'll find
Land unchanged since ancient times
There's a medieval mound...
Surely treasure to be found!
Maureen Pickford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-our-hedge/
