"A stone remembers what the river forgets—"

~ Robin

The Faery Gift

Tumbling, tumbling, the stone sat and sang

feeling the mountain from which the stone sprang

The stone found her rest as the waters slowed down

she visioned her way, in stories profound

A little girl walked on the banks of the stream

bending right down she picked up her dream

She gazed at the pebble so gloriously round

she felt the stones' curve and heard the stone's sound

A pebble in her pocket, close by to her hip

the pebble was perfect...to the river she slipped

When the girl got home, she felt deep into her pocket

there was no pebble there but a bright golden locket

The girl was surprised and welcomed the faery gift

in her heart sang a song, in her step sprang a lift

All that day the girl wore a smile as she hummed a tune

it was a day of pure magic, there was a bright golden moon!

Julie

March 2025