Rock Talk Poem by Ima Ryma

I was out shopping and did find
A piece of cut clear quartz that showed
What looked like grasses grown behind
The crystal walls, wild and unmowed.
I picked the piece up in my hand
To get a better look to see
Deeper meaning to understand
What this quartz was saying to me.
I knew there were many tales of
The power of a quartz rock to
Tell one of healing and of love.
What was I being told to do?

Prediction of this quartz did dawn
On me - I needed mow the lawn.