Smooth Pebble Poem by Samuel James Moore

I walked to the brook one day.
The trail was dry and dusty.
I ran my fingers over the tall grass as I walked past the grumpy oak.
Down the bank I slid and my bare toes submerged in the cool water.
I rolled up my jeans and wrapped my t-shirt around my head.
Slowly I walked upstream gently lifting the stones.
Crawfish blend in with the mud, so I was careful not to stir up the bottom.
After awhile I caught one.
I let him go because I didn’t have anything to put him in.
As it darted away it passed a smooth pebble.
I lifted it from the stream and ran my fingers over it.
I placed it in my back pocket.

I just found it. I’m doing laundry.