HOWLIN' DERVISH

Rookie (28 01 1969 / Blackburn)

Beach Pebble - Poem by HOWLIN' DERVISH

Everyone has
at one time or other,
picked up a pebble on the beach,
turned it over in their hands,
sensed something of its uniqueness,
how millions of years have gone to the splitting
and the smoothing of the rock,
to the perfect shaping of the pebble.
Few of us stop and think for longer.
It is a momentary glimpse into an eternal process,
but we dropp the pebble and carry on walking along the beach.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, December 29, 2008


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