tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post722399598100643998..comments2013-08-02T23:06:21.769-07:00Comments on p*tag: PebblesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-41211132142595888502011-08-30T14:43:31.264-07:002011-08-30T14:43:31.264-07:00Here is my poem inspired by your picture of rocks....Here is my poem inspired by your picture of rocks.<br /><br />Stone Woman/Rock House<br /><br />Each day on her morning walks<br />the woman would pick up rocks.<br />Then she'd take them home,<br />and caress each precious stone. <br /><br />At first, she'd place them<br />in bowls for friends to play<br />when the bowls began to fill<br />she moved to the window sill.<br /><br />She'd place the stones<br />in groups of two or four<br />hoping they'd be comfortable <br />until she could bring even more.<br /><br />She'd hold them and turn them,<br />she'd dust and water them.<br />She placed the rocks in neat little rows<br />or clustered like an English garden grows<br />trying to coax them into bloom.<br /><br />She'd sing to the rocks,<br />she'd jabber and croon.<br />She cracked one open<br />and saw the moon,<br />and light like stars<br />sparkled inside.<br />Each little stone<br />was her special pride.<br /><br />She worried the rocks<br />until the day<br />when one of the stones<br />finally said, “Stop.”<br /><br />He was a sage of a rock,<br />who started this tale,<br />“Never has there been a man,<br />or animals, fish or bird<br />insect or reptile—no one never--<br />that hasn't been touched<br />by a rock.!”<br /><br />So the woman stopped <br />what she had to do <br />and sat to listen to<br />all the rock had to tell.<br /><br />He told stories from <br />the beginning of time<br />when rocks came together<br />to make the earth sublime. <br /><br />Of fruit and flowers<br />and whiling away hours<br />from dinosaurs to Indians,<br />and trains crossing plains,<br />of farmers and wars<br />and hurricanes.<br /><br />The woman grew old <br />listening to stones<br />and when she died<br />she wasn't alone.<br /><br />The rocks all giggled<br /> feeling her mirth<br />they rolled to cover<br /> the woman in earth.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.com