Rock Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Rock



Rocks


Sitting on a rock
Was a good place for thinking.
He did all his thinking
On his favorite rock.

The other rocks
Were good to look at
And he went striding
Past them.

But the biggest
Rock of all
Was all that I ever heard
And that was rock and roll.

Saturday, April 2, 2016
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