Long oft towards <br />Where the sun light comes <br />Under the cover by an old cedar tree <br />Rest a stone upon a stone <br />There in a side of a hill <br />In wavering woods <br />Waters flow to the valley floor <br />How you sit <br />And tended your thoughts <br />Still, and motionless <br />Quiet enough to blend with the stone <br />Listen to the green woods <br />Beneath the freshing winds <br />Grows strong sorrow sleeps <br />Swarms of living life <br />And passion grows hungry <br />To the task of lovers lips<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stone-sits-a-stone/
