Rocks, rocks, everywhere Rocks, rocks, everywhere, But not a stone to throw; A dimpled pebble in my pocket, A polished gem for show. Rocks, rocks, everywhere, Collided continents explode; Nodules roll in on a riverbed, A tree root holds a hollow geode. Rocks, rocks, everywhere, Water, land, and ore; Clustered quartz and crystals, Rough agates in banded form. A thousand rocks are different, And all the spaces in between; Like the shapes in all our lifetimes— Which includes just about everything. I fix my eyes upon a rock, In a rugged bed or furrowed field; And with amazed consideration, To admiration I must yield.
Composed on March 14, 2021—while pencil sketching a collection of rocks that I will eventually color with pencils. I began my rock collection when I was 5 years old. While playing a game of hide-and-seek, I discovered a Septarian Nodule under our family carport. When I proudly showed it to my father, he referred to it as a “mud ball.” I called it a “turtle rock” and sometimes a “dragon stone.” Years later, I learned its real name.