My Emerald
By Nathan L
Published 23 September 2016
On the rocky track it calls out for me
Between the rocks its greenness
catches my eye
The emerald is quickly in my hand
It filled me with happiness
I cracked its rocky cover,
It felt as soft as as the evening breeze
When i held it in my hand.
The moment i touched it i knew i would
want it as a souvenir.