<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some are soft and smooth and small</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Embedded in the sand </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some stay hidden</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like a memory a word</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are swallowed by the rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some lye still and glisten after storms</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are ochre</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are dyed in crimson shades of red</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are smooth soft pearls of sapphire blue</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Gracing the sea and sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are collected</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like afterthoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are forgotten rubbed clean</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some children turn them into trinkets</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some become dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or lost down stream </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are stripped clean</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Placed on cluttered mantlepieces</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Amidst photographs</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And chiming clocks</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some are picked by idle schoolboys </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Learning the art of war</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Watching them turn the earth to red</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Watching them hit the head of the bank</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And fall unnoticed to the floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And some become the stepping stones</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Arrows that fly in foreign lands</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The bitter pearls</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That serve as markers of contempt<br> <br> That turns a child's hands to war</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette m smith feb 09</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540710" data-title="Stones de Yvette Smith" data-description="Some are soft and smooth and small Embedded in the sand Some stay hidden Like a memory a word And some are swallowed by the rain And some lye still and glisten after storms And some are ochre And some are dyed in crimson shades of r..."></div> </div> </div>

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