the rough rock bounced around
one of many living in the river bed
bumping and grinding
rolling and tumbling for centuries
transformed into a smooth pebble
chatting constantly with the other pebbles
he dreamed about adventures
exploring life outside the river
his friends told him to be careful
maneuvering himself to the shallows
hoping to leave the water
he saw people collecting pebbles
please pick me he whispered
one day he was picked up
taken away as a trophy
gently caressed and loved
at first he was very happy
until he was discarded in a drawer
laying abandoned in the dark
the pebble was sad
he stayed there for many years
until a boy discovered him
he took the pebble everywhere he went
sleeping under his pillow
on his desk at school
but the pebble was still sad
he missed being with all the other pebbles
the boy sensed that the pebble was unhappy
he took the pebble down to the river bank
asking if he wanted to go home
feeling the pebble glowing warm in his hands
the boy knew what he had to do
he tossed the pebble in the river
bumping and grinding again
trying to stay deep in the river
the pebble was happy again
better to be in a crowd of friends
than a lonely trophy pebble
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 