Collecting Rocks















Collecting Rocks


One rock—plop.
Two rocks—plop.

I pick them up.
I let them drop.

More and more.
I can’t stop!

I fill my bucket
to the top.


© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved

4 replies
  1. Rosi Hollinbeck
    Rosi Hollinbeck says:

    I grew up in a family of rock hounds. I cannot resist picking up a pretty or an unusual rock. I love that my granddaughter is exactly the same way. There’s something about the feel of a rock in my pocket that I love. Thanks for sharing this cute poem.


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