I realize it's not much to look at
A simple gray stone
Plucked from the shore's edge
No sparkles or glitter or oddness in its shape
Small enough
Smooth enough
But a Viking may have stepped on it
Or a young Celt may have thrown it into the sea on a day at the beach
Only to have the tide pull it back in
This stone has seen some history
Maybe even one of my ancestors
My little piece of a land that calls to me
No comments:
Post a Comment