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| The Stone |
During the 70's I wrote a poem called The Stone. It was about a young boy who found a bright and gleaming stone on the beach that he thought was a 'star stone'. Alas, when the holiday was over and he was back home, he opened his suitcase, and found his 'star stone' was just a dull lifeless pebble.
The poem was well received when I read it at a local folk club, as was the picture I painted to accompany it.
Both poem and picture are lost to me now, but here I have tried to reconstruct the picture from memory. Perhaps I'll do the same for the poem someday, and bore you nice people with that as well!
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