Transporting Rocks Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Transporting Rocks



Rocks lying, looking pretty.
Sometimes getting picked up and skipped across water.
Tumbling down over each other - off a mountain, landing in a heap.
Along every natural path a rock will find it's way into a little child's pocket, looked at on another day and put down somewere else.
Pockets transporting rocks to all corners of the world.

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