Uploaded on April 30, 2012
This is my rock
And here I run
To steal the secret of the sun;
This is my rock
And here come I
Before the night has swept the sky;
This is my rock,
This is the place
I meet the evening face to face.
—David McCord
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
04.30.2024: I don’t know where that particular rock is, but there are others I’d consider mine.