The Stone Poem by Ian Keenan

The Stone

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The stone I found was dirty,
On the path of my walk,
But something reminded me
Of older times,

Children searching fossils
Down the lane.

I always see them,
Playing in the trees,
Abandoned now
For lives in London.

But I hold the pebbles dear,
Embodiments of times past,
My sons -
And laughter.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016
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