Memories in a Stone

by Jim Teys

I took a stone from the Kowmung,

    And placed in on the shelf.

Worth more to me than silver,

    And other forms of wealth.

 

As years passed by I drifted,

    And bushwalking I seldom went.

Places I’d almost forgotten,

    Where as a youth I spent.

 

Memories of the Kowmung,

    Rushing over the rocks.

Beneath the canyon fortress,

    Onward to the Cox.

 

Rainbow trout that I have seen,

    feeding down below.

The swirling of the rapids,

    Moving against the flow.

 

And the stone became a symbol,

    A reminder of the days.

When I was young and restless,

    With all my wandering ways.

 

And sometimes when I reminisce,

    And am thinking all alone.

God knows how much I cherish,

    That precious little stone.