Reaping the Benefit

Reaping the Benefit The midday sun blazed on the field Where parched crops refused to yield A barren sprawl that awaits cool rain To yet again produce the grain Trespassing a way upon this land A shrewd eyed man, detector in hand And knapsack wobbling on his back As yet no find to make a stack The time went by upon this plot The dying day no longer hot Shadows spread across the ground The elusive treasure still not found The fading sun took pity on the gent A dying ray of amber hope was sent It alighted on a beer can ring And turned it into gold from tin It nestled amid a shriveled vine The sun had given it a lustrous shine The man could not believe his luck He dropped to his knees and picked it up He cast the detector to one side His skyward glance was gratified The precious gift was in his hand A ring of gold, an eternity band. The moon now gazed from obscure sky On table top it did espy The golden ring next to the bed And sleeping man in his homestead Its lunar rays cast light from dark To sit on the ring and leave its mark From gold to tin it was transformed The ring to beer pull newly formed