Stories and Rocks
I collect rocks, a favorite thing to do
One beach in Maine is completely full
I could sit for hours, sorting them through
These smooth rocks, the tide does pull
Some with designs, I cover with clear finish
I collect them, other places I go
Then they shine upon my every wish
Now so many, where memories flow
Some are painted, with scenes as well
A simple thing can mean this much
They all come with a special story to tell
Heidi Sands
10/2/19
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2019
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