Treasure Island

Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

(Baltimore, Maryland)

Rewrite Poem....Lost and Found


You were lost for an hour...

Then I found

Rose petals along the snow path

Through the woods.

Step by step, I followed your tracks

to the frozen pond,

There you were with that smile,

Hot chocolate in a thermos, and ice
skates for two.

You held a single rose in a homemade
paper-vase,

I smiled when you handed it to me.

We skated to music you hummed in my
ears

Suddenly you stopped;

on bended knee

You pulled a little

box from your pocket.

I have never regretted saying yes.

I lost my heart and found you forever,
my love.

Dorothy A. Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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