Pebbles Poem by Mary Spain

A photograph of pebbles on the shore;
Smooth, basking pebbles, polished by the sea
To form a subtle, blue-grey tapestry -
An image of the scene the camera saw.
But when the shutter closed it captured more
Than sun-lit stones; with equal clarity
The picture has revealed the mind of he
Who took the photograph. There lies before
Me his delight in basic truth, his feel
For law and symmetry. I see a man
Of gentleness, an artist with a reel
Of film who amply carried out his plan
For showing how the sea-shore can reveal,
In its simplicity, the cosmic span.