Gary

Have you ever found a stone,

while walking on the beach?

A gem of color, veining through,

a one of a kind, just for you.

Have you held that stone,

and let it slip threw fingers

like sand on the beach?

May be it was gritty

and maybe it was rough,

but when the wind blows,

it may be out of touch.

Careful what you pick up, you might not hold, and let it slip threw fingers; like sand at the beach.

And when you find that perfect stone, would you proudly want to show it, or throw it back into the sea, forever to be gone?

A photograph will save the view, the memory complete. The stone will roll in the sand, or land at someone's feet.

The memory will fade in time, the beauty forgotten... I once walked that way; and I'm glad for what I've gotten.

For I reached back down, and took with me that stone that day, it sits upon my mantel, a symbol of my love of sea; and she, to refresh my memory.

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