Sunshine Rock

A boulder as big as a tank,
for eons it has existed
next to the the river bank..

Markings engraved on its face, by
people, who wanted to leave their
mark in time and space.

Ancient Indian marks, marks of yesteryear,
and they all seem to have something to say..
Names and dates, love poems, and
drawings of funny faces and all still
there today.

Sunshine rock, if only it could speak,
the tales it could tell about people,
times and places of long go.

If you look hard, you will see…
In nineteen forty-three,
I too,scratched my name
on its face.

I’ll bet it will still be there,
when I’m just dust in the air.

Sunshine Rock, only God knows
when it began or when it will end.

Jackie R. Kays

Copyright…2002

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