Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Hand Him a Rock...



The rock that grew up in the pocket of a little boy…

Hand him a rock,
and through his fingertips,
He’ll channel his thoughts,
giving a new meaning to heavy thoughts.

Brimstone, Flintstone, rubble cuddled to the tune of men’s-tone.

Rock Cradled, fingers playful,
two left the rock salt on the table,
they decided this rock was quite able.

Rock in hand as a man,
His Father’s locket,
pictures him as a boy with rocks in his pocket…

-DeBarros

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