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Those Pebbles at the Shore
I stood before that ship--it was big,
And I was scared--don't want to swim out to it,
And Mom and Dad would say, "That's right--don't!
Look down here--this beach has pretty diamonds."
I picked up pebbles in my hand--quartz is like
A diamond--you can polish and cut them like
A diamond--reach down here and pick up
Diamonds and other quartz pebbles--scoop up
These stones from upstream. Now that the rivers, creeks
And streams are in my world--I work next to one--
I marvel at the providence that
Tumbles these tiny quartz pebbles into
Such gems. They roll downstream--it's that river, sluice,
The Delaware, that tumbles from Gap to Point
These jewels for families at the shore. They
Look down and--This beach has pretty diamonds!