Ryan sits under the slide -- The other boys won't help me search for buried treasure-- Grubby little paws, digging in the sandy woodchips.
The other boys, run scream yell fight Too big, at eight or nine to join in his imaginary world. He works, so diligently loosening the soil, and then scooping it up out of the hole. His face, so serious, as he concentrates. -- Why haven't I found it yet?-- Eyes wide with disbelief. I drop some coins when he isn't looking. "keep digging... look I see something!" He shuffles through the sand and passes over the silver. "Look, there... you found money!!" -- but money's not treasure...-- he sighs. Try telling that to the landlord, or better yet, to those who search in diamond eyes for hidden secrets. That treasure may be found, but it's just so hard to keep. "well keep digging then" He must know something I've forgotten. He kneels back down, and continues searching. _____________________________________________ Free email with personality! Over 200 domains! http://www.MyOwnEmail.com Looking for friendships,romance and more? http://www.MyOwnFriends.com _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
