Giants?

When I was a pre-teen, I used to love to go to Grampa and Grammy K,s.  Near the beach there was a huge rock that I loved to climb upon.  This poem is a tribute to that rock:


                                                               The rock had been split
                                                               nearly in two,
                                                               leaving only a few small
                                                               pieces, much as
                                                               the saw leaves its
                                                               sawdust.
                                                               Perhaps years of
                                                               thawing and re-freezing
                                                               became the strength
                                                              of giant hands
                                                              pulling the small
                                                              crack into a neat
                                                              break.
                                                              Goliath's roar, or
                                                              maybe his distinct
                                                              sigh of accomplishment
                                                              could be heard
                                                               in the waves
                                                              crashing against the
                                                              other rocks
                                                              on the beach.