Old Pebble
One small round stone, with spindrift swept
‘Cross ageless shores - through ages, wept
Beach-to-beach it passed through time
Brown husk shrinking midst each storm
And though that plain rock neared ends
One child snatched it … RARE!
“Make It Two, Please” Poetry Contest”
Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor
October 6, 2025
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