About The River

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


 Pebbles belong to no one
Until you pick them up-
Then they are yours
 But which, of all the world's 
Mountains of little broken stones,
Will you choose to keep?
 The smooth black, the white, 
The rough gray with sparks
Shining in its cracks?

Somewhere the best pebble must
Lie hidden, meant for you
If you can find it.
Valerie Worth

I just loved this poem. As a mom of two boys,  find rocks in pants pockets often.


  1. What beautiful pictures and such a lovely poem. Grace is obsessed with rocks and pebbles. She would love to spend time searching where ever it is you took these beautiful pictures.

  2. I love that poem as well! And your photos are really pretty. I love to walk in our creek and look at all the different rocks. My grandma has always collected rocks as well :)

  3. You know this reminds me of when I was a little girl! Oh how I always loved to fill my pockets with rocks and bring my treasures home!

  4. Beautiful pictures. We have our share of pilfered Lake Superior stones around here. Mostly now - it's my youngest who collects rocks the most.

  5. Your photos are really nice. I had to smile when I read this, I have always had a love for rocks, every time I visit the ocean in the state of Washington, I end up taking a couple of stones home with me. I have always considered them to be free toys for kids and free souvenirs for adults.

  6. great photos. I just picked up a pretty one today that I found on the floor of the laundromat. It must have come from some little boy or girls pocket.


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