Meditation On A Log

• Kate O'callaghan, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

It is a perfect seat to sit on,
With spikes dotted on it.
Smooth and wavy all the way down,
But thin at the bottom.
Rub your hands against it and find it smooth and rough.
With ants crawling all over it,
It is silent and dead.
The spikes talk to you,
telling you all about its life and adventures.
You could stay with it forever
and listen to its stories
But now it is dead, solid and
Resting peacefully.