Red Stones

Wed, 09/27/2017 - 10:56 -- ACME

I troll along this narrow path,
Taking my time and refusing to be rash,
As I walk through this brush I collect small treasures,
Large in meaning, but small in measure,
Red stones is what I search for,
Finding them can be a chore,
As I bend I find a tasteful rock,
I nod in approval and continue to walk.

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