Buried Treasure & Memories

We are always unearthing pieces of a previous life at the cottage.  This one is a very old scythe that was dug up by the digger when we were putting in the septic tank on the acre of land that came with the cottage. Later I was browsing through a book of Celtic poetry and calligraphy and found the following piece of a poem and thought how well it went with the scythe

It reads:

My grandfather's scythe.

Found rusting in the barn,

Now harvests twilight...twilight            

                             

Comments

[cd&m]

What a wonderful treasure to find, so much history.

[Colleen]

Cool - I didn't know what a scythe was until I looked it up:
"an implement with a long handle and a long curved single-edged blade, used to cut grass, crops, or similar plants by swinging the blade horizontally close to the ground"

See, everytime I visit I learn new things! Keep up the good work - and what fun to unearth burried treasures!!
Loved the poem - so perfect...

Colleen

[Jayne]

"Found" treasures are great aren't they? I always wonder about the previous owners & how they lost them.

[tanya]

That sure beats the back tooth I found while planting pansies over the weekend! Lovely poem and so appropriate.