Priceless Treasures

How can one little truck 

Hold 

    So much stuff!!

It's like a time capsule

     In here . . .

Sand from the last trek

     To the beach 

And a few shells 

And rocks 

Why

Must I bring home rocks ? 

I have rocks, pebbles and stones

From sixty years gone -

My father 

Collected rocks -

     Also 

Carefully finding them 

- After we'd passed the 

     National Park 

     Sign -

One for each trip -

They are still at

     The old house 

     I'm sure 

They were as heavy

As he could comfortably lift 

So there 

They sit -

Too heavy for 

Me 

I'm more the pebble sort 

(Be careful to empty pockets

- before washing!)

I try to resist 

The urge 

I look away 

But I sometimes find 

The same one 

On the way back 

Saying,

     "Pick me, me!"

And I still haven't 

Really figured out 

     What to do 

With all these priceless

     Treasures