The Stone
There is a stone sitting on a ridge
A beautiful view, it hid
I pushed against that stone
Day after day
Wanting that view as my own
But never an inch would that stone budge
No matter what I did, not even a nudge
Finally I pondered that stone’s position
And following my great suspicion
I sat myself upon the stone
And then that view was my own
All that time I did waste
All that work done in haste
For some things in life can’t be shoved
So it’s better just to rise above
:) Janna
How did you get so smart, Miz Liz ??
Hugs 'n' Roses,
Pea
Sheila
God Bless!
Angela
Axilea
written Liz. I am enriched by your impacting
experience! What an excellent perspective!
Thanks for sharing and caring Liz!
Much Love,
Margaret
Love,
Sheri
Yes!
John
An outstanding write Elizabeth
most enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you
William
Regis