august

The Beetle
Submitted by Gabe The Whirli... on October 6, 2008 - 11:31.My feet stood in a shroud of dust,
And my eyes were pensive
In the melancholy sun of an August afternoon.
Nestled in among the pebbles
On the side of the road
A brilliant sapphire,
Dropped from the finger
Of some foreign noble lady,
Lay gleaming amidst the earth and stone.
I flipped it over with a stick
And wondered, as it scurried away,
Whether it would ever know
That I saved its life

