The Pebble
Millennia ago it started as a rock
that was about the size of a fist.
It got swept to the edge lodging
against two mighty bounders.
Staying there for a century or two
it was finally small enough to escape.
Tumbling down the face of the fall
it landed at its shingle coated base.
For many years at least five hundred
it was tossed and rolled and polished.
Now the size and shape of an egg
it glistened and sparkled in sunlight.
Finally washed out it headed seaward
coming to rest on a sandy beach.
Where it was found and treasured
by a child who saw its magic and lore.
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