A little boy found a blue rock <br />in the street. <br />He showed it to his mother <br />who believed it to be very valuable, <br />perhaps a sapphire. <br />Why, it is the color <br />of the lake where your father <br />used to take us before he died— <br />the lake on a cloudless day. <br />She placed the stone in her <br />jewelbox to have examined later. <br /> <br />One day the little boy stole the sapphire, <br />walked down to the jetty <br />on the lake, <br />let out a piercing wail <br />and hurled the stone <br />as far as he could. <br />The echo from the splash <br />punctured the peace <br />as the jewel-like ripples <br />dispersed and then sank.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-water-on-cloudless-days/
