Dimples and Hard RocksA Poem by Mark PearceStarts with an S. Ends with a .
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 PearceAuthor's Note
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Added on September 8, 2009 AuthorMark PearceMOAboutI am happy to introduce the presentation line-up for the 2009 Montserrat Poetry Festival, to be held at Montserrat Vineyards, Montserrat, Missouri on Sunday afternoon, May 3rd, 2009. 2:00 pm Debo.. more..Writing
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