Treasure Map
The tales of old
Of treasured gold
An ‘X’ on the map marks the spot
Shovels of sand
With sweaty hand
Searching for wealth time long forgot
Isles there be
Vast tropic sea
And here they all look just the same
Windward palm tree
Cove on alee
And none of them given a name
So, sail we do
To each shore new
Hoping to find the hidden place
The loot we track
With aching back
Reveals only an empty space
A missing clue
And déjà vu
Amongst the cool and salted breeze
Then in despair
A humble prayer
Wish I could read this Portuguese
The dotted line
Length undefined
In a language I do not know
Not plausible
Impossible
Shown in each yard of sand I throw
But I’m not through
For ocean blue
Holds many of these emerald gems
I think it might
And hope I’m right
The finding is on one of them
commonsensiblyspeaking 
I am awestruck by the variety of topics you can write. The stories of treasure hunt has always fascinated me and this is piece is very well written 😊
Thank you, Vinayak! I purposefully try to vary subject and style so I don’t get into a rut and I love the challenge. As always, I greatly appreciate your words and support! 😊
fun poem; especially liked rhyming breeze with Portugese 🙂
Thank you, Jim!
So well crafted
Thank you, Love! This was fun to write.