Treasure Island

Patti Masterman

A Sun So Fair

The rocks stored up sun
For so long, and so long;
In their rocky hearts
Since time’s begun.

Tumbled and polished;
So rare, so rare-
They could tell a tale
From when we weren't there.

I'm saving these rocks
Born before earth,
Pieces of mantle
That gave me birth.

There's sun in my bones,
And sun in my hair-
Rock crystals- and beauty-
From a sun, so fair

Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2011

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  • Diane Hine (4/1/2012 7:32:00 PM)

    We are indeed a mixture of sunlight and minerals. A joyful poem!
    I've got a few rocks collected on holidays myself. (Report) Reply

  • Jim Troy (9/1/2011 6:51:00 AM)

    Your fantastic mind is so at work here.... the beauty and your extreme depths
    just shine so bright in you are a great one......

    Jim Troy (Report) Reply

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