Rock Me, Stone Me

 

It was a stone, a simple stone

Lying in a bed

But if you shine it, polish it so

It will be worth more it’s said

 

Perhaps we can form it into a jewel

Small enough for a ring

Or maybe create a figure

Now that would be the thing

 

Let’s make it someone holy

Someone special it could be

Give it even more importance

Or make a cathedral for all to see

 

It does not matter what form it takes

Or if it’s pretty or a religious design

It is a rock, or maybe just a stone

And I cannot claim it mine

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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