Rocks line my back yard
Reminding me of the shores and land from which they came
Liberated and brought to yards, and decks, and soil pastures
Rocks structure the neighborhood

Rocks don’t just lie quiet
They tell the tale of the Earth from which they came
Fostered in quarries and land fills
Sequestered in mounds with buildings surrounding them

I cannot lift any of these rocks
As their weight exceeds hundreds of pounds
But their story lifts my soul
Each and every day
Always and forever…