Discourse on the joys and satisfactions of a pocketful of beach stones
Don’t know why I have this passion for stones and rocks . Perhaps growing up mostly in the flats of North Dakota , but pining for the rocky out cropping of Eastern Ontario , my mother’s home territory .
Yes! And here are the words from the lovely little song by Donovan:
Little pebble upon the sand
Now you're lying here in my hand
How many years have you been here?
Little human upon the sand
From where I'm lying here in your hand
You're to me but a passing breeze.
The sun will always shine where you stand
Depending in which land you may find yourself
Now you have my blessing, go your way.
Don’t know why I have this passion for stones and rocks . Perhaps growing up mostly in the flats of North Dakota , but pining for the rocky out cropping of Eastern Ontario , my mother’s home territory .
Yes! And here are the words from the lovely little song by Donovan:
Little pebble upon the sand
Now you're lying here in my hand
How many years have you been here?
Little human upon the sand
From where I'm lying here in your hand
You're to me but a passing breeze.
The sun will always shine where you stand
Depending in which land you may find yourself
Now you have my blessing, go your way.