Bottles, Pirates, Cast-Aways and Genies

Treasure Along the Beach

by Brian, the old man


As I search for treasure
Along the ocean shore
I run across a bottle
I hoped for something more


It looks so old and dirty
And has a simple form
I wonder where it came from
When dragged in from the storm


I wonder if a pirate
Had used it for his rum
Or placed a map within it
Pointing to a king’s ransom


I try to see inside it
The glass is full of fog
Could be from a lost sailor
Got hung up in the bog


Or maybe if I clean it
From swimming with the fish
I will find a genie
To grant my every wish


My fantasy is over
I’ll set it on my shelf
The skull looks good next to it
If I do say so myself

Thanks to my friend Carrie at Prompt Romp for inspiring me with the Image from Wikipedia Commons above.