Precious Stones
Little boy with heavy pockets
Make my eyes pop out their sockets.
Every stone your eyes find shiny,
Whether big, however tiny.
You swoop them up, your pockets full
Every stone has magical pull.
Your shelves all lined with precious stones
You polished as you brought them home.
Before you go to bed each night
You feel each one holding them tight.
Then as you sleep snug in your bed
Precious stones sparkle in your head.
11.17.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest
Precious Stones and Gems
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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