Poetry

One Million Rocks
By Julia A. Keirns

I have to comment on this one and let everyone know that it was written back in 1995, 25 years ago, which is a quarter of a century. I thought about changing it and removing the references of “dead” but decided to leave it as written. Just goes to show how much our culture has changed in 25 years as to what kind of references are acceptable. Even though I wrote this and thought it was funny, I still am very attuned to that reference maybe not being acceptable today. I hope everyone who reads this one sees the humor in it and is not offended by those references from so long ago.

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A little boy named Bradley William
Found a rock that was one in a million.
He asked if he could have a box
So he could start collecting rocks.
The box was full within two days
His mom thought it was just a phase.
But Bradley kept collecting rocks
And soon he needed a bigger box.
He had rocks both big and small
But Bradley didn’t care at all.
Every rock he gave a name
He loved them all just the same.
Soon his room was full of rocks
No longer could he use a box.
His mother prayed that he would stop
Before his room was filled to the top.
One day Bradley counted them
He found he had one hundred and ten.
His mother told him he should quit
He had enough and that was it.
But Bradley did not listen well
He found some more but did not tell.
He started filling up the shed
If mom found out he would be dead.
He had rocks of brown and pink
And some were even blue, I think.
Everywhere that Bradley went
He found some more he could collect.
Finally, there came a time
When Bradley was the age of nine.
His father went out to the shed
And blew the top right off his head.
“BRADLEY WILLIAM, YOU COME HERE!
Help me get these out of here!”
And as they moved them out the door
Bradley looked and found some more!
They counted them and don’t you know
His father said they had to go.
Bradley had one million rocks
And it started with a single box.
His father said he could keep one
To remember all the work he’d done.
He knew the very single rock
That he would keep within his box.
He would keep that special one
That started him on all this fun.
Days went by and Bradley William
Found a BUG that was one in a million.
Don’t you know his mother said,
“GET IT OUT OR YOU’LL BE DEAD!”

Copyright © Julia A. Keirns 

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