Jordan Dickinson Poet Rhyme

My Little Stone

Past remnants of happy children
Are engraved upon this little stone
All the years after, where I have been
I have found peace in my little stone

Of all the times I grasped it tight
Playing tag and catching snails
Holding when I was scared at night
That little stone that never fails

Years have gone, friends I've lost
Money I have made, but i'm still alone
I feel the chill the slight hard frost
Every time I hold that special stone

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Timothy Hicks May 21, 2013 at 11:45 PM It's the little things in life that can make the biggest impact. I remember a dark red arrowhead I found in a canyon once... I carried it with me everyday for at least a year... until I inevitability lost it while playing in the snow. A very nice sentimental poem... definitely enjoyable.

Joanna Smith March 22, 2013 at 10:24 PM Great read, reminds me to find strength in the little things that I can hold onto.

Charmaine Chircop December 6, 2012 at 10:30 AM So much emotion penned..glad i read this post Jordan Dickinson December 6, 2012 at 10:45 AM Thank you for reading, God bless you Charmaine!