The Four Gold Coins
Dedicated to: Chuckie Provencio,
Kyle Amidon,
Jessica Pate,
& Chris Martino

Stars shine,
Silence sparkles,
As I lie
And look at these coins

Plaids over stripes,
Tens over ones,
But nothing is ever
Over these gold coins.

They represent a story,
A memory of its kind,
Wait, for this is how the story goes:

Thousand years ago,
In what is now Beijing,
A war waged on;
A terrible war.

Its objectives were simple:
Conquering
"The ProvAPaM Tree."

The tree,
A peculiar thing it was,
Four branches above the trenches,
And in those branches,
Four gold coins each inscribed with words:
Provencio, Amidon, Pate, and Martino.
Thus, the name of the tree:
ProvAPaM.

After twenty years or so,
The war for the tree had stopped,
Since both forces had killed each other.

The tree withered,
A victim to Time.
Coins fell down later,
Proving Isaac Newton right.

They stayed glistening on the ground,
Almost as if alive,
Moving along with the sun's rays.
For a long time, did they stay there.

No one dared to touch the coins;
They were beyond gold
And they were told to control the sun.

Smile,
For this belief
Shows nonsense.

People,
Unwilling and uncaring,
Looked away in apathy.

Oh, what a terrible thing to do!
The value of those coins,
Such a radiance,
Such an admiration
Such harmless things.

In 1310,
A tornado traveled,
Taking the coins away.

When the twister was back in the heavens,
The coins formed union;
A Golden Wonder
In the Indian Ocean.

As currents traveled,
So did the coins,
Just like how our friends
Are captured by the past.

French Revolution, Lincoln's Address.
Time showed all that;
Vietnam War, Civil Rights Movement.
History revealed itself.
But far as I'm concerned,
The coins kept on traveling.

Past the oceans,
Past Europe,
Past all those disturbances.

In the harbors of Maine,
The coins were found by sailors,
On 1977.

The four were posted on an auction.
Each coin was sold
At a price of $200,000.

The coin labeled "Provencio"
Was shipped to a couple in Colorado.
The rest,
To couples in Bakersfield, California.

There was a reason behind the sale:
The surname of each lover's beau
Was inscribed on the coins:
Provencio, Amidon, Pate, Martino.

The coins were handed down
To the next generation.
Chuckie Provencio, Kyle Amidon, Jessica Pate, Chris Martino:
All were given these coins
And now, they're my closest friends.

This is the story of the coins
But the story was told,
Not to tell what or how,
But to tell why these four people
Became my most beloved people.

I met Chuckie
In the exposition
Of my 7th grade year.

He's 6'3" now;
With three interesting siblings,
Double-jointed knees and thumbs,
And part of his past
Is shared by me.

Of the four,
Chuckie's coin was the first I gained.
No other person in world
Is quite like him.

Jokes after jokes;
Laughters beyond laughters;
Happiness above happiness;
Chuckie brought me these.

Like a guitar and a drum;
Our friendship were melodies
That depended on each other.

Sure we argued,
Sure we sometimes ignored,
But we were always friends,
And I'm just happy at the thought
That I was given such a friend.

Chuckie then introduced
Kyle Amidon.
And guess what?
Three Musketeers reappeared
Only this time,
Not in stores.

Kyle had the games (and more of course)
Chuckie had the mansion,
I had my weirdness and huge appetite
All went well,
When togetherness sought.

Kyle's a funny guy;
He'll do all sorts to make us laugh.
We'd all hang out,
Whether it was the end of the world,
Or not.

Kyle soon competed Chuck for best-friendship;
In conclusion,
They were tied;
We were all best friends
And I like being the middleman.

Kyle and I were like brothers;
I practically lived in his house.
His parents' divorce paints the area w/blue,
But his little sister always draws a smilie face.

All my problems are solved,
Through these two people.
Hey, I love you guys.

"Kyle, I give your mom gratitude,
for letting me eat all those Sloppy Joes.
Chuck, I'll someday beat you
In tennis and in Goldeneye."

Chuckie and I went to summer school,
After 7th grade came to a close.
Same class, same plays,
We were doing all right.

Then one day,
When I was with Chuckie,
I sprained my arm and leg.

No choice
But to sit out
As Chuckie played basketball
On our recess.

During this time,
I met Jessica Pate.
Her friends and I,
Explored the fields of fun.

Talkativeness and kindness
Are her main two features.

We'd talk fast-paced,
We'd play tag laughing,
We'd learn with stupidity
All the while having fun.

From her,
My optimism grew
And from her,
I began to love Life.

Bam, Bam!
Those bullets that slam,
Tale of my friend:
Chris Martino,
The last coin.

He doesn't really like people,
But he's a nice guy,
Once you get to know him.

He loves hunting and being my friend.
Beyond the horizon
I see his love
And a warm heart
The world has yet to know.

All my friends and I;
We share a common trait
And common belief:

"When together,
Nothing else matters."

Nothing will ever
Ever Ever Ever
Replace these coins.

We're all separate now,
But in our minds,
We're always chit-chatting,
And showing the value
Of four gold coins and one treasure chest.