By Megan Boyd Cox
ONLY A STONE
Only a Stone ?
No, A House to live in and keep you dry
Only a Stone ?
No, a Monument standing tall
Only a Stone ?
No, Diamonds and Rubys
Only a Stone ?
No, a Wall standing High
Only a Stone ?
No, a memory of a friend
Only a Stone ?
No, a Death waiting to happen
Only a Stone ?
No, a Stone has, and will be, here on earth forever
THE OAK
The Oak is old and rough
He speaks to me
Everybody knows him
On his trunk spiders run
And birds sing on a branch of the tree
King of the Land
Two Poems by Megan Boyd-Cox
Avebury Wiltshire
aged ten