There is Treasure There

I still remember
talking my
little sister
into digging
up the
next door neighbor's
roses
with promises
that a treasure
would be there...

I vividly recall
the neighbor's
displeasure
of the results
that arose
from my 
healthy imagination

To this day
when I hear
someone describe
someone
cheeks
being 
"Rosie Red"
my back 
side immediatley
begins to 
become
sore
recalling
the lost
treasure
forever forgotten
in Mrs. Taylor's
Garden......................