At the beach
at the bottom
of a very long hill,
Carrickalinga, not Myponga,
though that's a long drop as well,
I saw I'd left my walking-stick
at the damn dam look-out
at the top.
I wasn't going back to get it.
DBD found me a rickety stick in a near-by bush.
We wondered, 'Who'd call this beach No.1,
with neither shade nor shop? '
We went to two towns to buy a stick,
Normanville 'n Yankalilla.
The first two shops had none.
'There's sure to be one
at the Op Shop called Top',
said one,
but not being quite so bold,
on account of the dry old stick from the bush,
I went into the closer Bottom,
and came out with the stick
this rhyme suggests that I call Gold.
douglas scotney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-gold-2/
