In between two neighboring
houses
rests a single small
boulder.
It slumbers under the
towering tree’s shade
and has rested there for who
knows how long.
It was there at the
beginning,
it was there at the moving,
and here it still
stays.
Its clearly seen downpours
and blizzards much worse,
so the pouring rain
currently in progression
was nothing.
It was as motionless as it
was surreal,
like there could be
something grand
underneath that hard, rough
skin.
If anything else, it was
probably there
since the dawn of time
itself.
Or maybe it was just the
fossilized,
fleshless tow of a troll or
giant.
I really don't know, to be
honest.
It was a giant in its own
right.
There it sleeps by the edge
of that strip of
nature.
It shows no resentment to
the children
who used to climb on its
side
with rubber-flatted
sneakers.
That’s where I let my dreams
wander.
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I wrote this poem just the other day. This picture was literally taken right next to my house.
Mike
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite. I knew just where you were going with this. Well done. JS
That is so nice! You're a natural and got talent. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteYou have quite a gift and this boulder looks like the one for which the town of Glen Rock, NJ is named.
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