I have an old wooden horse in my kitchen <br />antique advertisement signs now hang on my walls. <br />Porcelain tubs once used, for scrub-a-dub-dubs <br />bird houses hang on old door knob wooden stubs. <br /> <br />For years I've collected these treasures <br />from a time when it was all considered just junk. <br />I stored them away, yet knowing one day <br />I would bring them all out from my trunk. <br /> <br />They now adorn this home I now share <br />all of my displayed treasures with family and friends. <br />They come in and awe, at my collection of all <br />and wonder and ask where they've been. <br /> <br />I tell them the stories of the pasts they have seen <br />like the old porcelain tub, that may have scrubbed babies clean. <br />And the advertisements of so very long, long ago <br />'Bull Durham' and 'My Day Coffee cans', on the shelves and the walls. <br /> <br />Taking them on a journey to a time that I somewhat have lived <br />and sharing that time remembering, that all my treasures still give. <br /> <br /> One Mans' Junk, Is another Mans 'Treasure.'<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/treasured-things-3/
