The Metal Detectorist Poem

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With a beep and a bleep, he's on the prowl,
A treasure hunter with a metal detector, scowl.
His headphones on, he scans the ground,
A treasure trove just waiting to be found.
In parks and fields, he combs with care,
A seasoned pro, aware and aware.
A glint of gold, a flash of silver,
His heart races, his pulse a quiver.
He digs with zeal, with shovel and spade,
The anticipation cannot be delayed.
The beep gets louder, the target near,
He imagines riches, oh so clear!
But alas, it's just a rusty nail,
His hopes dashed, he cannot prevail.
Undeterred, he moves along,
Hoping for a melody of metal song.
He scans again, with patience and grace,
Covering every inch, every trace.
For he knows the joy of a rare find,
A relic of history, one of a kind.
And so he persists, with passion and might,
Chasing treasures from morning till night.
A metal detectorist, a seeker of lore,
Unearthing secrets, forevermore.