Unburied Treasure

If a sign like this, propped next to a rickety fence, along side a rural road, hidden by a narrow driveway doesn't set your heart to racing, why then I don't know what to do with you!  Maybe yell "Clear" and shock you with enthusiasm paddles.

If I lived near a coast, I would be a diver exploring the silty depths for buried treasure, but in land locked Arizona, I settle for places like this, where I don't have to get my hair wet or wear an oxygen tank.

Outside there is rusty treasure to sift through, 

buckets and baskets,

 crates and signs, 

posts and boards,  

curry combs, harnesses, tools 

and

tires and wires,

 and 

chairs and wooden bears.

Inside a maze of old railroad cars

 There are more treasures
heaped and glowing
in dusty splendor.

 If you beg me, I'll tell you how to find it.