Lonely Pebbles Poem by Heather Burns
Lonely Pebbles
A pebble amid the masses
left alone on the shore
an angry storm haressing
surging in once more.
Why do they keep returning?
gaining fury as they go
ask the lonely pebble
he is sure to know.
Beautiful poem. The pebble is there and it should know. Thank you.
Lovely poem...Lonely peebles stood taking all the fury of tides...but it never got washed away with the tides... Meaningful write...Loved reading it..
Pebbles upon the shore moulding under the waves shaping the unsung history of men and land for tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 6:46:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice, I like the personification of the pebbles. Reminds me of Blake's The Clod and the Pebble.