What's all this stuff cluttering up my floor?
Mum asked of me as she opened the door
I've just spent hours cleaning up this room
So all in the bin please, and make it soon
But Mum I cry, it's important gear
All this is treasure that I have here.
Where did it come from ? my Mum did say
I found it hidden in the garden whilst out to play.
Let's look then at this treasured stuff
Mum rolled her eyes and huffed and puffed
One by one I display my wares
Glancing at Mum as she gazes and stares
A black shiny pebble, perfectly round
A rusty old whistle that makes no sound
An old penknife and a scout badge or two
Shiny glass marbles in red, white and blue
A birds egg carefully wrapped, now cold
Not something to take I've always been told
A faded old comic, some cigarette cards too
A little boy in a photograph with a brownish hue
Mum picked up the photo with misty eyes
Gently she stroked it to my surprise
This boy is your Grandad she said with a tear
Sadly he died before you were here
I've found his stuff, do you think he will mind?
I'm sure he won't care, who better to find ?
You were right when you said you'd found lots of treasure
Those items I'm sure bought Grandad much pleasure