My stone is the colour of sand,
Once it was part of our great land,
One side rough, the other is smooth,
One side lumpy, the other is flat
My stone is really special to me
As ordinary as it seems to be
Look closely and it sparkles in the light
Detailed circles are there to see,
My stone is kept on a treasure chest
Clustered with minerals where it can rest
Photos and trinkets, memories galore
Among many things I love it the best.
My stone belonged to my grandad,
It reminds me of all the times we’ve had,
When I’m unhappy I hold it close
Feel, until I’m happy again.