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"