The Canadian Shield,
where rugged pines stretch,
reach for endless skies,
taking root in rocky shores.
We set boulders
in our gardens – anchors
against untimely storms,
or reminders of endurance
when all else falls away.
Even the satisfying crunch
of stones along the path
fascinate – variance of colours
and forms, like art – promising
undiscovered treasures.
(Rocks first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, and was in response to a photo challenge. I have edited it here.)
Wonderful wisdom in these lines, and i particularly like the satisfying crunch of stones, I felt that.
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Thanks, Paul.
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My pleasure VJ
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This is a wonderful writing about place and people’s interaction with place.
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Thanks Betty. Does it make you want to come visit us, lol. Not now though – snow still threatening.
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I like “reminders of endurance”.
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Thank you, Leyda!
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Most welcome, dear ❤
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Rocks as foundation. Lovely poem.
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Thanks, Heather.
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You are welcome
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