Farming Rocks
Every rock is different.
Some rocks grow best
When left alone
And let to grow
Where they start.
Other rocks only grow
When they are moved
Every day.
If they are left
In place
They stop growing.
Only if they move
Do they keep growing.
But they can
Roll around in circles
And still grow.
Sometimes a rock
Needs to grow
Away from the farm
For a while.
But after it grows
It can return to the farm
And grow more.
Some rocks
Can't grow on the farm
At all
They can only
Grow somewhere else
Because the farm
Isn't right for them.
These rocks
Roll away from the farm
Forever
So that they can grow.
But we don't forget about them
Because some rocks
Away from the farm
Grow into
The best rocks of all.
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Pink rocks, right?
4095801 Of course.
Reading rock poems for a laugh.
I laughed, reading rock poems.
Until I read this one.
Then there were surprise feels.
This poem was not about rocks.
Rocks. 2edgy4me. Especially this one.
This poem. So many feels.
This one is my favourite
Best one, definitely the best one.
Families.
This was genuinely sweet.
I teared up a bit. So sweet.
This is my favorite poem
but
it isn't really about rocks, is it?
Maud and metaphors... do they mix? Or should this poem be taken at its literal face value? From Maud's point of view, grey metaphors may have been unintentional. Just black words on white paper.
Either way, it's the sweetest poem thus far.
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Meaning
Sometimes
Ponies ask me
What rocks mean
“Nothing,” I say
“They’re rocks.”
What do they mean to me?
A different question entirely
Wow... I see what you did there...
surprisingly beautiful. Awesome job there!
Wow 4 differnt ways rocks grow hmmm seems to be about 4 particular rocks.
I et the feeling that all these poems are metaphors. Maud is an incredibly deep pony.
Farming Rocks is so sweet
This is a beautiful poem, Maud. I love how you can express metaphors and feelings into the same thing and make it seem so natural that the hidden meaning may be lost, if not paid much attention to. I loved this, and I hope that these rocks continue to grow.
Especially the pink one, that grew to be the largest of them all...
I understand the economic function of a rock farm now.
It is a way to finely tune the weight of rocks for counterweights in elevators and cranes.
This is beautiful. Just... wow.
OK, this is my all time favorite of her poems. So symbolic of life and how we ponies/humans grow and learn. Almost brings me to tears you know!
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I'm sure Maud would be pleased to hear how much you enjoyed these poems.
You'll laugh, but this made me tear up. I mean I literally felt tears in my eyes.
This is the best out of the bunch. It really gives the whole pie family a 3d dimension almost, and more importantly, how she views all the pie sisters.
Okay, THIS is the poem that made me give this story a thumbs up.
If I could favorite individual chapters, this one would get it.
Great, you made me cry. Are you happy now?
Something tells me that this is a reference to Pinkie?
How did you manage to make me have feelings with this
the feelings
You know, it really surprises me that this one had a way deeper meaning.
So pretty!!
D'aww.
Brilliant!
Oh Maud, I'm know Pinkie loves you too.
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Except for smooth rocks, amirite?
Oh man, this one was actually kind of sweet. I've got tears in my eyes!
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Seems to be the case for a fair few folks. I'm glad you liked it!
Farming Rocks is so perfect.
Never doubt the love that Maud has for her pink sis.
This is definitely my favorite poem.