One hundred years ago, when I was
knee-high to a grasshopper…..I had a small jar that I kept all
of my worldly goods in. I decided to bury my small treasure
until such a day would come, when in my feeble years….olde &
grey, I would once again look upon my keepsake, and rekindle all
of the lost memories within. I buried it deep within the woods,
along a small river bank……I dug a hole down, down into the
earth, amongst the rocks, beneath the roots of my mighty
tree….and buried it there. Alas…..I fear the river has flowed
beyond its banks too many times, and worn away the olde earth
there….. I wonder if my treasure is indeed still safely nestled
within the roots of the olde tree, or if it has been washed away
forever. Perhaps you could help an olde woman? Wander down by
the olde riverside and see if you can’t find my dear
treasure…..perhaps I shall share it with
you……