Uncommon Poetry

Here's a poem about a not-so-common subject. Highlight the title if you want to know what it is, or try to guess what the poem is about.

Gravel

Lying in the road, dirty and alone
It's rejection I bemoan

I have a collection of these dusty rocks
But some say it's not even worth dirty socks

They're made of boulders crushed to bits
But my admiration nobody gets!

Nobody cares about this stuff
Yet without it travel would be tough

Shining in the sunlight upon where we tread
It's glory makes it seem like a comfortable bed

Oh no! What's this?
Something's amiss

For now I have glasses after a travel
And my affection appears to be towards gravel!