Sentinel Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Such a simple thing it was,
Seen as “a great treasure”
Lying there
Cast forth from the waters.

A child’s discovery
On yesterday’s shores
Destined to become
A silent sentinel
In storied recountings.

Imaginations stirred
In younger, newer minds;
Memories refreshed
In dear aging ones and
Generations joined.

What other wonders wait
A child’s discovery;
Treasures of tomorrow
In the simple things of life.