I plan a small QUEST. I plan to cross the PLAIN, and I will seek out the BRICK church, next to the stand of BIRCH trees. I know that I will find what I am seeking in the cemetery there.

Georg’ann

In the sand a piece of METAL catches my eye,
copper colored alloy dotted with green patina.
A ROUND rivet with a sharp, asymmetrical missing piece.
This little trinket bears the marks of time, water and sand.
Careful not to PRICK my finger, as I turn it round,
trying to decipher worn words on the flat space
In the shade of a BIRCH, without sun glare to blind
I can clearly see, my archeological find
imprinted with these words: Wrigley Field!

Heather