Cobblestone Through the cobblestone cracks flowers seep The fragile stone holds stilettos and rain boots The stone which is so delicate Holds its blooming town I sprint across the cobblestone Trying to find my precious house The trees stand tall and proud Holding their newly budded flowers Heat waves burst out of the cobblestone The fragile stone holds flip-flops and flats The stone which is so delicate Holds its heat stricken people I skip across the cobblestone Trying to find my precious house The trees stand wrinkled and worn Holding their dying flowers Leaves slip into the cobblestone cracks The fragile stone holds boots and tennis shoes The stone which is so delicate Holds its colorful city I stroll across the cobblestone Trying to find my precious house trees stand bare and tired Holding nothing at all Rain bounces onto the cobblestone The fragile stone holds work-boots and uggs The stone which is so delicate Holds its dew-dripped town I trudge across the cobblestone Trying to find my precious house The trees stand wrinkled and cold Holding their new leaves The cobblestone has held its changing city For almost 300 years Stella Pritchard 6th Grade Baylor School Mr. Stover
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