LETTER: Poem titled ‘Greatest treasure’

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BY the cottage door,

I found a speckled feather.

This little thing of beauty,

Became my greatest treasure.

For I was very young,

And had not seen the like.

So I took it back to town,

And held it very tight.

To old Annie’s cottage,

I never went again.

So never saw one any more,

Nor the little speckled hen.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,

Hartlepool.