[Pastachef]

I'm sure many of us decorate our gardens with granite and stone, and I thought this poem would be appropriate in our Chef's Garden.

THE MAGIC TOUCH
By Herman Eugene Kittredge

Said a wild rose once to a cold gray stone:
"You have lain in this woodland silent and lone
Since the first green thing peered up from below...
And how much longer, would I puzzle to know!
And never a time have I seen you thrill
to the lyric lilt of a wild bird's trill,
Or the song of a brook with it's gurgling note,
Or the sun's glad glance as he seems to gloat
With a surplus of warmth on the joyful scene...
Caressing and blessing this happy ravine!
Pray tell me, huge brother, how can you but thrill
To the sun and the brook and the wild bird's trill?"

Then answered the boulder, in accents of pain;
"I had lain here for aeons...and aeons again...
Without ever knowing that granite can feel
Or be moved by even the harsh thunder's peal,
Much less by the brooklet that babbles at will,
Or the glance of the sun, or the wild bird's trill.
But a maiden came...I know not how...
And leaned to my side...just as you lean now.
She stroked the moss on my green-gray head,
And reached for berries to feed lips as red,
Pressed close her bosom...with thoughtless art.
Then I knew that granite has a heart!"

Hey, Pastachef, where'd you find this poem? I love poetry! I am a poet myself; my dad used to be a poet, so I think I got the talent from him. hehe

[Pastachef]

Hi Afra! My great grandfather wrote that poem. I write a lot of poetry myself, and I've sold many to magazines. Send me some of yours in my email at AOL I'd love to read them.

Cool, Pastachef! Like I said in an earlier post a long time ago, if you go to the Poetry page, you can find some of my poems under my name, Holly Luna Hall. But in general, most of my poetry is written from the heart for my boyfriend (with whom I have broken up for the last time ) and they are not on that website. I make them up but I don't like letting the public see them; I'm too shy about that.