Jodo_Kast501
Senior Member
Earlier in the year, I found an 1896 Barber quarter (pictured below). The coin is in great shape and the night after I found it, I was having trouble sleeping and my mind wandered to thinking about the coin and its life and perspective, so to speak. I'm not much of a poet, but occasionally the urge strikes me and I figured that those who frequent this board would understand my musings better than most.
Hidden for the Great War,
Hidden for the crash,
Hidden from the distant hands
Of lives and ages past.
Hidden from the second war
And its many millions lost,
Hidden from the threats of man,
At home with soil and frost.
Hidden from the genocides
And the progress that we've made
Tethered by the bonds of earth
Indifferent and mislaid.
Invisible to Adam's race
Heedless of the gun
Once confined in timeless earth
Now I see the sun.
Hidden for the Great War,
Hidden for the crash,
Hidden from the distant hands
Of lives and ages past.
Hidden from the second war
And its many millions lost,
Hidden from the threats of man,
At home with soil and frost.
Hidden from the genocides
And the progress that we've made
Tethered by the bonds of earth
Indifferent and mislaid.
Invisible to Adam's race
Heedless of the gun
Once confined in timeless earth
Now I see the sun.