As a writer, I've been told,
I am clear, concise, and quirky.
I've also heard that rocks and shells are ever changing
And are beautiful pieces of the Earth.
I love rocks because they mean something to me
And could be bookmarks that help me remember.
I look for rocks in quiet wonder, for I now know
Rocks collect the stories, and I am only the sender.
Rocks are the threads that run through my life
Which bind me to family and continuing tradition.
Rockfinders are a special breed, drawn
To shape, size, and color--just part of their mission.
What am I thinking about when I'm looking for rocks?
What do they mean to me?
The rocks are a part of the story of my life and,
Rocks seem to give me peace and harmony.
I still have time to have that rock conversation,
And see if one answers if I hold it up high.
I find in Byrd Baylor's book Everybody Needs a Rock,
I'll be sorry if a rock is not a friend by and by.
Thanks to nurturingcuriosity, teacherdance, elsie, booksavors, Tammy,
Sharon, Sprice, Alice, Uncle E, Donna S., onesunflower, and the Ruths
Who have given me their thoughts and support
To find the meaning of rocks and their truths.
