Just A Stone

I wish I could be a stone
Washed over and worn smooth
Resting by the water’s edge
With others just like me

The sand and silt would slow
On the long commute to the sea
But I would stay
And having no edges
Nothing could hold on

I would be one among many
In an ever changing crowd
And I am nameless among
The reeds and grasses

I wish I were a stone
By the bank beneath the water
Held by the roots of the Yew
The place I finally rest
Stones

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About voyrrr

I live in the beautiful mountains of western North Carolina and am inspired by the things I see every day.

Posted on September 6, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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