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Lying by the riverside
Could not identify it
So stone took it to the tree
The tree knew not what it was
But said the mole might know
So stone took it to the mole
Who examined it from his hole
And said in whole
He did not know
So stone went from the molehill
To the mountain and climbed
To the top and then stopped
Then asked the mountain
The mountain thought for a time
Then said it was simple enough
Which was the one thing
That none alone
But the mountains themselves
Could identify
Down by the riverside
Stone had found
The meaning of life
My first actual poem published on Hub Pages on 03/14/2010. This one also was an award winner in several national competitions, not to be named here. Thanks to all my readers from those first online days.
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