Coffee Sleeve Stories

Green Rocks and Blue Crocs

By Izzy Eckert

I see the way the willows sway

I hear the call from the colors of Fall

Telling me to go that way

So, I say “ok”

Maybe one day

I might lay

On these rocks again

But until then

I’ll think about my blue crocs

Walking on these green rocks

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