Author David McCord This is my rockAnd here I runTo steal the secret of the sun;This is my rockAnd here come IBefore the night has swept the sky;This is my rock,This is the placeI meet the evening face to face. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.7 (48 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments