Wood And Stone

by Pianist   May 4, 2005


A wife and husband sat alone,
quietly on wood and stone.
Freezing stone and burning wood
both sorely misunderstood.

When rock is frore it starts to crack.
When timber heats, flames attack,
but when united they control,
the burning hot and freezing cold.

So that wife and husband sat
on each other's habitat.
Since that day they've only grown
all because of wood and stone.

Copyright © 2005 Nobody

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  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    Nice message:) Another great poem. You're really talented!

  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    I liked the simplicity in this poem! It makes the advice and wisdom within even more profound! Well done~Holly

  • 18 years ago

    by Liz

    beautiful... keep up the great work! x