Dodge Podge Poem by John Dustman

We don't think of the pavement
We seldom think of the street
Yet we do think of cherished stones
Some with colors all so neat

Our hearts each pounded joy
As one precious girl and boy
Bathed in heavenly sunshine
On a day none can destroy

Finding stones from somewhere far
Many red to fill our jar
Latched our minds in wonderment
We were crawling on a star!

Such a pure heavenly day
Given children while at play
Seldom happens in one's life
But for us it seemed OK

(Dumple ~ December,2005)