Reminiscence of a boulder

A boulder remembers the good old days and how it got where it is.

The boulders sit strong at the base of the hill, brooding about the mountain they used to be. Together, they Once reached to the sun and stretched under ground. They supported what was above and sheltered what was below. They gave themselves to guide the water and split the wind, but year by year they lost bits of themselves. They groaned and pleaded, letting go of small pieces in hopes it would protect the larger, but they too fell. In their anger and fear they reached to their neighbors to stop themselves. They chipped rock, snapped limbs and tore roots all to save themselves. The wind gladly spread the sound of the boulder’s  birth and the mountain’s death, sending thunderous cracks as the boulder tumbled to the shade. When the boulder finally comes to a rest, the wind sends the dying echoes down the valley to serve as a warning of what is to come.

Reviews

[donnam]

Hi Cody, good piece. Before reading it I wondered what on earth someone could write about rocks, but you've made it interesting. Is the uppercase O in once a typo? Also check under ground as think it should be one word and perhaps in the hope it would, rather than in hopes it would. Absolutely brilliant last sentence. Thank you