Grand summer Saturday

Driving to a friends house

Slowing for traffic ahead

Cars lining both sides of the street

Sign in a yard Estate Sale Today

Inner voice says stop and look too

Peoples things not needed anymore

Furniture, house goods, books and

in a corner sat a tin box

Dusty forgotten long ago

Small lock keeping guard on its treasures

How much you call out

15 dollars is the respond

but there is no key

A smile breaks your face

as you say "sold"

What wonderment was stored away

Sitting on the front seat you could hear

"Thank You"