Memories - The Memory Stone Poem by Paul Warren

They all gathered around the Memory Stone
Some in groups of two or three and others alone
They solemnly stood now in a fellowship together as one
As they waited their turn under the blazing golden sun

And each individual or in their groups holding handing hands
They touched the stone and the memories flooded back so grand
They smiled at the things that before didn't seem so dear
As simple memories of mate ship and love to all was clear

For the stone held a power that pulsed from the sky above
Granted to them by God in a bright shiny heavenly love.

© Paul Warren Poetry