Glass Pebbles

As it's World Poetry Day today I was googling to find an appropriate poem to reflect the glass pebbles. Although I didn't come up with anything one poet's name kept appearing.

The name Jan Struther took me back to my earliest recollections of poetry at school - her poem "The Policeman" was probably the first poem rather than nursery rhyme that I learned and all these years later it still sticks in my memory - maybe it's because my old man spent 30 years of his life as a copper that it always had a special resonance for me. Not that Struther's description of her policeman bore any resemblance to my dad.....

"To see him you'd think
No thief would dare
To crack a crib
In Sycamore Square.
Yet when he's at home
You'll probably find
He's a jovial man
And extremely kind,
Who likes his pint
And a kipper for tea
The same as you?
Or, at any rate, me. "