Little Treasures Poem by Richard D Remler

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Last Saturday,
We made our way
Down St. Clair Street to Vine.
And we trudged a spell
To the first yard sale
To see what we could find.

They hadn't much
But things and such
As I'd never have a need.
Such as cassette tapes,
And greenish drapes,
And a jar of
Fennel seed.

We headed up to Madison
Where they had another one.
The day seemed rather pleasant
With just a little bit of sun.
They welcomed us
With greedy grins,
And started pointing all around.
So we clicked our pins
And checked our shins.
And this is what we found.

Some children's clothes,
And panty hose
That had seen some
Tear and wear.
Some popcorn bowls
And collectibles,
And a purple teddy bear.

A tea set for two,
And a barbeque
With a rusty, crusty grill.
An old Clue game,
And a picture frame
With a crisp two dollar bill.

We moved on down
To Sutter's Place
About a block away
To see if they had anything
For which we'd
Want to pay.
They were ill prepared
For visitors
And seemed angry we were there.
So we tip toed safely
To the boulevard
Under their scornful stare.

An advertisement and a sign
Beckoned us to Second Street.
So, quite carefully
We reached the house
On our tired, aching feet.
It was a bountiful,
And fanciful
Extravanganza 'round.
We took our time,
Like fine, aged wine,
And this is what we found.

Some clever books,
And potters hooks,
With aprons here and there.
A diamond ring,
A ball of string.
A porcelain derriere.

Some magazines,
And toy marines.
An ancient box of tarts.
A bowler hat.
A baseball bat.
Some unused plumbing parts.

With jumping beans
And tambourines
That did not tambour much.
Some old false teeth
And a Christmas wreath,
With silver bells and such.

Oh, they had so much,
So much, indeed,
For which we might just
Find a need.
They had hangers hanging
And light bulbs lighting,
They had those
Rock'em Sock'em Robots fighting.

They had Christmas stalkings,
And some new false teeth.
They had empty Pepsi bottles
Tucked in beneath
Row upon row of magazines,
And closed signs from
Some Dairy Queens,
They had an eyebrow
Kind of Fixing tool,
And an old and ancient
Bathroom stool.
Some picture frames
That had seen some wear,
And I even saw Gumby and Pokey
In there.

They had a Yogi Bear,
And some Ostrich hair
Which had a skunkish smell.
Some old mason jars,
And Matchbox cars.
And a plastic wishing well.
Some Barbi Dolls,
And G. I. Joes.
A Paddington Bear
With a button nose.
And a paper bag
Full of Christmas bows,
With a Ginger Snap
Missing all her toes.

We pulled out all our pennies,
We dug out all our dimes,
And we bought a book on paper planes,
And one on nursery rhymes.
We bought an archaic apron,
And some colored party string,
And a writing pad and pencil,
With a little ancient doily thing.

We bought a box of paper clips
Mixed in with old potato chips.
We paid a quarter for a Feather
They claimed could predict the weather.
And half a dollar for a Quill
That sounded like a Whipporwill.
We bought a hanger just to hang,
A fishing vest from Helmut Lang,
And we bought a ruby flower vase.
And an old Jet Black banjo case.

We agreed upon the bowler hat,
The ball of string,
And the baseball bat.
A lima bean
From old Peking.
A Herbie car,
And an old guitar
That was missing
Every chord.
An Ottoman
With a frying pan.
And an ancient
Emery board.

Now, It isn't
Every day you find
A bounty of this measure.
And it's true,
You never truly know
When you'll stumble on a treasure.
So we paid our fare,
And bagged our prize,
Headed home
With our few goodbyes.
It wasn't all that bad
Of a getaway,
And paid off well
For a Saturday.



Copyright © MMX By Richard D. Remler