Old Treasures Brand New

                                                           The passing of time
                                                            has not stopped me yet
                                                            treasures from the past
                                                            my mind can't forget

                                                           Though rustic and aged
                                                           an old barn is brand new
                                                           with a story to tell
                                                           of how it once grew

                        

                                                          A house is a gem
                                                          with a heart of gold
                                                          even the old chimney
                                                          bares its aged soul

                                                          And a family's love
                                                          through so many years
                                                          under that old roof
                                                          brings joy with tears

                                                        That old rusted truck
                                                        parked in a field
                                                        still solid as a rock
                                                        with secrets to spill

                                                        An old dusty road
                                                        though dry with cracks
                                                        stirs fond memories
                                                        where wagons made tracks

                                                        Even an old plow
                                                        is better than before
                                                        with work now over
                                                        it deserves much more

                                                        There's that old wash tub
                                                         hanging on a nail
                                                         just as useful today
                                                         with each wash day tale

                                                         A simple little thing
                                                         as an old jelly jar
                                                         found in a junk pile
                                                         is still on my radar

                                                         Or a kerosene lamp
                                                          in the window at night
                                                          guiding my path
                                                          shining ever so bright

                                                          My childhood bicycle
                                                          and what it means to me
                                                          it to holds a story
                                                          and a piece of history

                                                          That little Christmas doll
                                                          with pretty, blonde hair
                                                          sitting on my shelf
                                                          just waiting to share

                                                         They speak to my heart
                                                          wherever they may be
                                                          I'll follow their lead
                                                          and each past memory

                                                          My mind holds the picture
                                                          the past holds the key
                                                          old treasures brand new
                                                          mean the world to me

                                                          Susie Swanson,2012