Stones

As I walk
	through growing dusk
cold wind blows
	scattering dry leaves

stones do lie
	about my feet
hidden secrets
	that I could see

if I would stop
	and pick one up
what hidden treasures
	might I find

a geode filled
	with crystals bright
glittering gems
	shining bright

a fossil from
	a ancient day
memory of what was
	now locked away

perhaps a jewel
	there might be
just waiting there
	for me to find

yet in the darkness
	I do not care
I walk on
	do not stop to see

so many stones
	have I once held
too many stones
	I’ve tossed away

in growing night
	as wind does chill
continue I
	just on my way

perhaps in dawn
	of nother day
shall I search
	and treasures find

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