Dimples and Hard Rocks

Dimples and Hard Rocks

A Poem by Mark Pearce
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Dimples and Hard Rocks
Mark Pearce (c) 2009
 
 
    
       Shhhh. 
 
       Don’t tell anybody else
       Where the treasure is.
 
       It’s a secret.
 
       Take off your tennis shoes.
       Socks too.
       And scruntch your toes in the mud over here.
 
       You can feel a few rocks in it, can’t you?
       Feels good.
       Scratchy good.
 
       There a lot of sandstone around here
       Sandstone is kind of a rock
       But kind of not.
       Not a hard rock.
       You can break it.      
 
       We need to dig until we find the treasure.
      
       I uncovered this little piece of white rock.
       It looks like a tooth.
       That means there’s something down there.
 
       Take this stick and start digging.
       When the hole’s big enough to crawl into –
       Big enough to make a house out of it –
       Then we’ll give up
       If we haven’t found the treasure by then.
 
       But even if we don’t find the treasure
       It’ll be a neat place to go
       When everybody else is mad.
 
       Our own little hole
       In the ground.
 
 

© 2009 Mark Pearce


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Mark Pearce
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