KIDS READ 11- PICKING ROCKS
Old gravel road
Winds past the small baseball park on the edge of town
Leads to the iron ore open pit,
Rough dirt road scraped across a field, through trees
Past our favorite blueberry patches,
Hard, weather beaten road
Good for picking special rocks
Red rocks that shine in the sun
Yellow rocks that glow in the hand
Agates like jewels.
A young boy’s rich delight
A young boy’s path of discovery
The good search- eyes fixed, focused intently
Step after careful step
With eyes like superman’s that penetrate
Sort and sift and find these treasures
Fifty feet, a hundred yards
Half a mile, a mile, maybe more
And the pockets bulge,
Precious stones, this young boy’s marvel.
Another rich day full of wonder
Fresh air, blue sky
Longyear Lake not far away, fish that wait
Swimming and floating to do.
A good summer day to wander into imagination
To let thoughts run free
And the mind explore,
Expectations of others forgotten
To just be a kid doing kid things.