Stones
Knee deep the little boy stands
in a heap of river sand,
feeling each stone with his hand.
Only the rounded ones he likes,
could be black or yellow, brown or white
plain or shiny, dull or bright.
He keeps them by his window sill
all lovingly come together in his bottle.
For Rick Parise's contest---Stones
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2011
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