A child sorting river rock;
one pile of skipping stones,
another to break apart
hoping to find the sparkle
of a fresh, juicy apple bite
petrified in granite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoy you poem with great interest as I live in Lakeside california and we are a city built on top of granite and river rocks, I wrote a poem on a large split rock posted, If you like rocks and stones this is the place to be. charles garcia