Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be spent
In the innocent pursuit
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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