The Rock Collector Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Johnny was a little boy who collected rocks
Gray ones, colorful ones, sparkly and dull
He searched the flowerbeds one morning in his socks
Within a rock was a shape looking like an animal…

The stony structure was unusual and applaudable
He placed it in his jean pocket away from the rest
He had discovered a fossil…it was quite notable
He knew Mom and Dad would be very impressed

Entering the front door he smelled bacon frying
'I have something to show you Mom.…' he said
'Take off those dirty socks…' she replied sighing
'I have a creature in my pocket…I think it’s dead…'

'What! ' Mom declared with a shocked stare
Dad was getting ready to eat and leave for work
As he sat down…and almost missed his chair
'You’re joking, right…' he muttered…looking irked

Johnny reached down… his parents held their breath
From his pocket he pulled the stone he wanted to share
Placing it the table…there was no scent of death
His relieved parents were once again inhaling air

Looking closely there was evidence of tiny remains
Stopped solid in time…a testament to life long ago…
Ancient times… before airplanes, cars and trains
Certain proof of a prehistoric era we’ll never know

9/1/09