Poetry

Rock

By: James Aitchison

Photo by Anthony on Pexels.com

(after a visit to the Grampians, Australia)

I came to unbreakable rock,
Older than any on earth;
Rock that could never be quarried,
Rock that had gazed upon country
Before any woman gave birth.

Beside this unbreakable rock,
My life is not even a stone;
When I am gone and forgotten,
The rock will exist forever,
Long after all people have gone.

Categories: Poetry

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