Balancing Rocks Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Curious to my view
I periodically see
Unique vertical creations…
Rocks stacked incredibly

There is a human tendency
To form natural sculptures
In my immediate community
I see them more and more

In a field near a stop sign
With no one to claim the fame
Posing boldly as can be
Standing out from the terrain

On the bend of a back road
By an old mill… basking in the sun
Several columns side by side
Consisting of rocks… one on one

Placed near a flowering garden
As a squirrel with pouched cheeks
Stands on hind legs and takes notice
As though those rocks could speak

There seems to be a trend
That captures the imagination…
A inclination to put things in balance
With a cementing fascination

This intriguing creative movement
Is teasing my wondering sight
Why do people desire to balance
stones… to delight with poised height

6/18/08