The Black Pebble (Monday Poem)

by James Reeves

 

There went three children down to the shore

Down to the shore and back;

There was skipping Susan and bright-eyed Sam

And little scowling Jack.

 

Susan found a white cockle shell,

The prettiest ever seen,

And Sam picked up a piece of glass

Rounded and smooth and green.

 

But Jack found only a plain black pebble

That lay by the rolling sea,

And that was all that ever he found;

So back they went all three.

 

The cockle shell they put on the table,

Thew green glass on the shelf,

But the little black pebble that Jack had found

He kept it for himself.

 

 

 

 

 from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018