When I was small, <br />I had it all. <br />Beaches to explore, <br />Trees to climb, <br />Meadows full of wild flowers, <br />And of course, <br />The big rock. <br /> <br />The big rock was huge, <br />When I was seven, <br />And upon it I would climb, <br />With fishin rod in hand, <br />To stake my claim, <br />On all that lay below. <br /> <br />This was my rock, <br />And mine alone. <br />My safe haven, <br />My royal throne, <br />My happy place, <br />My home sweet home. <br /> <br />From my perch up high, <br />I could watch the sky, <br />Or wait for the tides to change. <br />It was wonderful there, <br />And so full of life. <br />A child's safe haven, <br />Free from all strife. <br /> <br />See part 2...How the Rock Felt<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-big-rock-revised/
