Topic: The BOX
this started life as a lyric,but quite quickly turned into something else.
it`s not a poem and not sure it would work as a lyric?
THE BOX
on the 3rd day of digging in the south field
i came upon something buried deep in the ground
it was a BOX,thinking little of it, i loaded it on my truck
later that day as i headed home
the ride home had dislodged some of the dirt
so by the time i unloaded it,it`s shape was starting to appear
curiosity getting the better of me
i decided to investigate further
as more dirt came away i soon realized this was no ordinary box
on the sides were what appeared to be some strange carvings
also some painting,colours dulled by the passing of time
as i brushed and cleaned, my excitement rose
selecting a tool i decided it was time to try and open the lid
the metal on the clasp and hinges was not like any metal i had seen before
although it must have been very old it still held the shine of new
i inserted the tool and leveraged the lid
after much creaking and groaning the lid finally gave
sunlight flooded in,in what must have been for the first time in many many years
i removed the lid and looked inside