I found a cache of gold
an abandoned pirates treasure
strewn carelessly across a hillside
I had no rucksack large enough
or bag upon my bicycle
to bring it home to stay
I marvel at the folly
of leaving such a windfall
for misers soon to whisk it far away
If you care to see the flowers, look here.
bwfiction 
Ah, but leave them for the misers, and hope that they learn something from the gold that can’t be possessed, only appreciated for what it is.
Sometimes the greatest treasures are the things we can’t possess, but can still enjoy.
yes, true.
This is great time to see many wildflowers in my area as well….like a final show for summer. Your metaphor extended right to the end! Lovely.
thanks!
Beautiful poem. It’s true one sees such beauty and wishes to possess it. But, really it’s best to let it live and die on its own terms.
sharing makes almost everything better
beautiful extension metaphor..million flowers sounds amazing
I bet there’s a million flowers near you too. Just keep an eye open. Thanks for your kind words.
Creative here. One line extension at the end very clever! Well done!
Ah, but your words and picture did bring your treasure home to stay, Bill.
thanks VB – too soon the miserly winter comes, but it does get rid of the mosquitoes at least 🙂
see… i always have a rucksack or my freitag bag with me when i bike.. smiles
though honestly… they’re much more beautiful if they just can stay where they are – at least until winter covers them..
I didn’t figure out on my back of the envelope how long it would take me to pick a million flowers…. 🙂
by leaving something beautiful in nature we share it.
The title becomes a part of the message of the end of season,, when the dying of the flowers put an end to the summer.. Of course we would like to keep it.
yes, but the seasons seem to propel us through the stages of life.
Whimsical poem with a lovely image. Nice thoughts. !
thanks – do your friends call you tanda ? 🙂
this is nice… beautiful use of language
I’m glad you liked it, I thought it was a bit clumsy and I tried to play with it a bit, but it started to get a bit sing/songy so I went back to the original.
When I’m riding my bike I come up with all these detached phrases that seem so eloquent, but by the time I get back I’ve forgotten most of them, and the others aren’t quite so good as they seem as I am pedaling along.
Ah. Really just lovely. So clever with wonderful lyricism. k.
I am glad you enjoyed it – that’s what poets like to hear.
Great metaphor – not only an extended metaphor also an extended image!
thanks Gay, I’m really enjoying learning more about poetry here.
I have always found that yellow flowers were a beautiful addition to any landscapes. They are indeed treasures!
flowers on the prairie are their own beauty
Ragweed is indeed beautiful to behold. I am less allergic to it now than I was when I was a child. Happily!
you mean you hear gesundheits 🙂
A million flowers…my goodness! What a sight that must have been, ragweed or not…
check here, the prairie has it’s own special moments.
Highly allergic to ragweed but I love the way you wrote this.
thanks, it was a fun ride, I was hoping I could remember it by the time I got back.
what an amazing piece (: Really enjoyed it thoroughly. Do continue writing – your works always have that unique twist in it. (oh and if you don’t mind – check out my latest post and leave a comment too?) thank you so much! and happy writing (:
thanks AC, I’ll stop by.
Hard to frame or describe the sheer beauty of nature ~ I admire the use of gold for last of the flowers ~
Well, it was ragweed, but still it was very lovely 🙂
It’s hard to fit a hillside into portable containers!
I stopped and counted a 2 x 2 square, with about 100 flowers, then guestimated the hillside to have 10,000 2 x 2 squares which meant 1,000,000 ( a million ) flowers.
Niiiiice!! 🙂 🙂
one of my quirks is to try to figure out things with back of the envelope guesstimating 🙂