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As I walk

     through growing dusk

cold wind blows

     scattering dry leaves

stones do lie

     about my feet

hidden secrets

     that I could see

if I would stop

     and pick one up

what hidden treasures

     might I find

a geode filled

     with crystals bright

glittering gems

     shining bright

a fossil from

     a ancient day

memory of what was

     now locked away

perhaps a jewel

     there might be

just waiting there

     for me to find

yet in the darkness

     I do not care

I walk on

     do not stop to see

so many stones

     have I once held

too many stones

     I’ve tossed away

in growing night

     as wind does chill

continue I

     just on my way

perhaps in dawn

     of nother day

shall I search

     and treasures find