Walking up my driveway, on my way to get the mail,

I noticed on the side of the road an old metal pail.

I picked it up and peered inside, and much to my surprise,

There was a stone of blue and green, carved to be two eyes.

I took it home, and washed it off, and dried it with a towel,

And realized that on the bottom, carved, there were two vowels.

The vowels I saw were "I" and "A", the same initials as me,

And from that very moment on I knew my destiny.

The stone was carved so carefully, not a single error was made,

And all of it was ‘true’ hand carved, without a machines aid.

I wondered where it came from, and who had done the art,

But until the morning came again, the rock and I must part.

The next day came and I woke up, feeling guilt and remorse,

And then I knew what I must do, before I felt any worse.

I put the stone back in the pail, and came back the next day,

The stone was gone, and carved in the dirt were the letters "I" and "A"

Up to this day, I’m still confused about what it all meant.

We moved away from our old house and put it up for rent.

But every so often I come and visit where I used to play.

I know that in my memory, this experience will stay