Mettle Detecting
I have a tin of Roman coins and other bits
Mettle Detecting
Beneath the soil, so still and sound,
A treasure waited underground.
A sweep, a beep, my heart took flight,
A golden ring caught in the light.
Worth £500, what a score!
A find like this, who could want more?
Its shine, its weight, a tale untold,
A secret kept in the earth’s hold.
From buried dreams to my own hand,
A gift unearthed from time-worn land.
Metal detecting, such a thrill—
The joy of finding treasure lingers still.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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I remember when metal detectors were a huge rage. Seemed like everyone had one. Can certainly find some cool stuff… Mostly junk bottle caps and such, but, once in a while …. SCORE!! 👍