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The Big Rock (Revised)

When I was small,
I had it all.
Beaches to explore,
Trees to climb,
Meadows full of wild flowers,
And of course,
The big rock.

The big rock was huge,
When I was seven,
And upon it I would climb,
With fishin rod in hand,
To stake my claim,
On all that lay below.

This was my rock,
And mine alone.
My safe haven,
My royal throne,
My happy place,
My home sweet home.

From my perch up high,
I could watch the sky,
Or wait for the tides to change.
It was wonderful there,
And so full of life.
A child's safe haven,
Free from all strife.

See part 2...How the Rock Felt

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Comments (11)

You took this reader right to that rock, had him fishing there with you and looking down in to the sea. Evocative and picturesque writing. Great work. jim xx
This is an excellent poem Dee. You have a real affinity with the child's view of the world and an ability to translate it for the rest of us. Well structured and not over-worded. Fine work. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxx
Wow! this reminds me of the mountain I so loved to climb back home in Lesotho, I used to call it my rock of ages. Thank you again for taking me back to those days with this good poem.
It kinda reminds me of how little kids love to play in empty cardboard boxes...a wonderful piece yet again. Eni da kid :)
wow..glad u told me to read this one....it's wonderful.... Preets
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