On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach Poem by Pete Crowther

Pete Crowther

Hull, East Yorkshire, England

On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach

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How many tides
have rolled it round,
this stone I hold
warm in my hand?

Rose-pink and grey
it is, you’d say,
the sky at dawn,
or held this way,
the silver glitter
of sun on water.

Sea-washed and smooth
it seems to breathe,
familiar there
like an old friend,
or a father’s warm palm
to the hand of a child.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emma Johnson 10 February 2006

A beautiful ode to a beautiful pebble.Animistically Yours, Susie.

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Raynette Eitel 31 May 2005

This is so nostalgic for me, for I like nothing better than to pick up stones or shells by the water just to see the colors and smell where they have been. Beautiful. Raynette

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