Rock Perch Pedestal

Butts have sat here for generations

Seams this spot has been shared

Since the first butt found the perch

While the rock face never changes,

Those who sit on its pedestal have.

This space became this family monument

Passed down to be this special ass-set spot.

Where poets, writers, free form flourishes

Watercolor brush strokes season changes

Hear stress fades amidst slipstream meditation.

Loose grains become windblown fluid thoughts

While, what is ingrained within us - solidifies

As rock façade balm asset fortitude WordsWorth

Our words dew write mind currents amid wind

Breeze leave’s - Mother Nurtured pastel pages.

Hear yea calm, whisk wisps amid Nature’s lisp verse

That sit-test on this solid rock - thy seed germinates

Where generation after generation each seeks out

Medicinal ethereal roots embe d with rock resilience

Amidst harmonic tranquility Rock's Family Poet Tree.