Rocks I know and ...

Rocks I know and some I don't 

Rocks are my friends, that wasn't always so

When I was young and in college my prof

Said to me, "if you'd have come more often

You would have passed mineralogy class" 

So I failed. Even so I still like rocks

I find them hiding in places I've been

From a friend one may come my way to stay

Dull or bright, to me they are pretty souls 

Now I'll introduce a few of my pets

Several in my fold have Orient blood

Polished smooth I plucked from clear river beds

Lakeside beaches wet and shining they called 

Some black, volcanic from a lava flow

Hawaii took for granted; my cherished

Mount St. Helens gray pumice rock, rolled down

at birth, three months old came into my fold

 

Found along a path walking up the hill

Derelict, Athens Greece gave no respect

Ireland, Scotland, Isle of Man roosted

From Adriatic, Black, and Baltic seas

Mediterranean, Aegean, more

North Pole, South Pole, not--try Australia

One, large and green, I call to be Jadeite

Quartz, petrified wood, and fools gold abound 

One rock I've not, I want it so badly

It's on my bucket list--been there so long

Before I die it might come to my home

Big bucks I'll gladly spend, METEORITE

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