Little Black Stones

Water Flows down a stream
colored purple, blue, and green.
Black stones scattered on the floor,
'til children gathered; no more.
It's been years since thry've been gone.
For the little rocks I long.
Alas I found one lying low,
Where child looks, but does not know.
I pick it up to rub it.
That little rock I love it.
That slippery rock I found it.
That cold ol' rock I hold it.
I study it carefully
Locking it in memory
I hold it high for all to see
That black rock going out to sea.