Treasure (an acrostic poem)

The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face

Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore

Everything screamed pirate to him

And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet

So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place

Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right

Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches

Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf

 

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