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Pieces of home

 A deep sea trawler
 spit him out
 in St Johns harbour.

Went around the bay, with
 logs and moss he built a home
 on a steep hill much like his own.

One flat rock had stone  in it
as green as grapes on the vine
with small rocks he made it level .

Gathered with water from a river
that flowed down the hill side
not far from his home.

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Until

A rock with little flecks of green
was rattled by a river, flowing
down a hill to a lake.

Winter's blankets
 melt with the spring, a
 flood carried the rock.

 Years it moved farther
and got smaller
until it rested in the land

 Shovels in hands dig
 sand from the end of a stream,
a wooden box forms a mould.

With the form taken off, a man
admires the little flecks of green
that sparkle in his new front step.