Sunny's Rock

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man sat on a crumbling wall . . .

Submitted: February 02, 2007

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Sunny's Rock

 

A man sat on a crumbling wall,

vacantly gazing round,

his small dog sat atop his feet,

his pack lay on the ground.

 

His eyes passed over towns and farms,

the vast expanse of sea,

they lingered over Sunny's Rock

and came to rest on me.

 

I don't know why I felt compelled

to raise my hand and wave,

but towards this man it seemed to be

the way I should behave.

 

He didn't move initially,

seemed rooted to his seat,

but then a smile suffused his face,

he struggled to his feet.

 

He walked towards me awkwardly,

his whole weight on one side,

the pack bumped hard against his leg,

his small dog matched his stride.

 

I guided him the last few steps,

placed him before the rock.

His fingers traced the famous lines,

his mouth hung wide in shock.

 

He turned at once to face me, but

by then I'd moved away.

I can't stay long at Sunny's Rock,

its words can lead astray.

 

I watched the man start to revive,

stretch out to his full height,

and hoped that in alerting him,

I had been in the right.

 

For Sunny's Rock brings Angst and Awe,

and Power, Peace and Pain,

The words can help you scale the heights,

then bring you down again.

 

I've seen them jump-start happy lives

and trigger fatal falls,

I hoped this man, his pack, his dog,

had drawn the lucky balls.

 

 


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