The Stone And I Poem by Smoky Hoss

Forgot! ! ! ! 10++++++++++++++++++++++ and onto my fav list

Now I feel guilty. As a child and as a teen, I was fascinated by rocks and take samples from everywhere we visited in the U.S. I did wonder what events made them and what different minerals might compose it... Rocks are indeed a magnet for wonder. But I loaded my parent's car trunk with so many rocks that my Dad claimed they affected the gas mileage! ! ! So out they went. Far from their birthplace...

Hey, Smoky! Hope this finds you well in all ways. You hit on two themes in this I revisit again and again—our mortality and things too often overlooked and/or undervalued. Take care, brother. -Glen

Smoky, no soul in the stone. It's all you.

Smoky, my friend, I am worried about you. It sounds as if you might be getting stoned!