A Small Treasure

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A breeze bristled through the Greek town.

Your hat flutters against your head,

Shifting up and down

Until you were left with dread.

Tears welled up.

Face becomes distorted.

Hands cup,

Containing the chortled

Cries that are dumped.

What were you supposed to do,

Now that you lost your favorite hat?

There was only one thing you knew

And it was to follow the other students with that

Look of a shrew.

Wondering the streets,

Following the group.

Feeling like you have faced too many defeats,

Your demeanor continues to droop.

Wait, what’s that?

A sanctuary.

You glance over the railing and find yourself looking at

A pod of sea turtles.

The beautiful creatures

Gracefully dove in and out of the clear water.

Then you realized their fascinating features

Would one day be made for slaughter.

Who could harm something

So innocent.

A reptile who wants nothing

More than to be given acknowledgement

For their determination of surviving.

The day was drawing to a close.

The gift shop was locking their doors.

You chose

An object that would forever be yours,

A reminder of this day within your very core.

Curled in the palm of your hand

Was a stuffed turtle on a key chain.

The yellow and greens defined it as cute and

Perfect, yet simple and plain.

Though your day

Began in a depressing state,

You discovered that all your dismay

Was able to deflate.

All because of the small treasure

Held securely within the palm of your hand.

Always emitting inside you a joyous pleasure,

As if you have stumbled into the promise land.

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