Pebbles

Pebbles like round eggs,

Glint like seal's fur,

On the river bed.

Trout squirm among seaweed,

The pebbles are anchors.

A life line of the Yare.

The current turns the pebbles over,

Makes them flow over rocky crags;

Round meanders they tumble.

They tumble and turn over and over;

Till they're nothing more than grains of sand,

But they've made it-

To the sea.

And she greets them,

Conscientiously.

Reviews

[Sean Cairns]

It's always good to put people in their place by using pebbles as a metaphor for life. I like to think that when we die, we just return to the universe, so I really agree with the theme here. It's also a very relaxing way to face life's problems; by imagining we're all just floating down the river of life. You did a great job of making it relaxing. Truly beautiful.

[Maddi]

We I appreciate all that but....um...I stupidly told my friend I can make a poem out of anything, so she told me to write a poem about pebbles. I thank you for looking at for the metaphorical side I had not seen, but I actually did not mean for it to happen. *shrug*