Down by the river the stones shone warmThe very image of Summer's form
Clay and cream
Sandstone and grey
But a dull black piece it drew my gaze.
I was just about to pick it up
When by the water in muted waves
I saw the centrepiece shore-made
Splashed to bring the colours true
I set it on a shingle frame
But errant drops ...they still remain
I could use art to take them away
But they were there on a summer day
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