Fathers get stones for their gardens there,
near Marriotsville, where the peaks are demure.
The gradual vegetables spring to the front,
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Interesting format in this poem, but you seem to have made it work. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline
Nice poem about the beauty of rocks. They act as colorful landmarks, lined the pathway of a babbling brook. Rocks last all through the ages and can withstand the test of time.