The sediment flooring of the sea,
And found by luck, grooves with stories.
A beauty mark; green tarnished copper,
Boxes marked lemons, ‘gold to be in them.’

The said and meant taken from the ship,
And abound as such; troves of the galleys,
A mutiny marred, the Spanish had stopped her,
Boxes marked lemons, ‘gold be in them.’

Then now, sent and recovered from the sea,
And astounded much; froze the stories,
A bounty feared, keenly, the Spanish docked her,
Boxes marked gold, ‘lemons be in them.’

©2007, Ron Globe