Solid as Stone

January 2, 2011
By Singer1127 SILVER, Bellevue, Washington
Singer1127 SILVER, Bellevue, Washington
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As I sat there
Beside it

Its warmth
It seemed to glow
From the inside

Its roughness
On the surface
But still wanted to be with it

Enough to fly through the hardship
Without a scratch

The working men
Continued clanking away
At their harvesting

I understood a beat
Beat of a heart

Of the rock
Of my mom

The author's comments:
This is a piece that signifies an anology i thought over while in a very odd place.
The mining area where men were hard at work harvesting rock, solid rock off of a mountain. This is done in India because concrete is more expensive and stone is found in many places. I sat on a rock off to the side watcing them, while the sun warmed my skin, when I thought of this poem.

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