Rock of Ages As daylight kissedthe flowery fieldsand the sun roseover the hillthe planted stonestrembled once moreand birds scatteredamid their shrill Ancient rocksworn with agestanding in positiontesting timeShifting and leaningwith each shudderof earth’s movementand continuing rhyme Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©In response to Sue Vincent’s WeeklyWrite/Photo ChallengeWord PromptDaylight – RDP