Rocks In My Front Yard, Formed Into A Spiral

That pink one’s called rose quartz, the only one I know the name of.
That’s the rock most people like, so that’s why I put it above
all the others. Above, or rather, in front, if you look at it this way,
from the street, which is how most people see the spiral anyway.

Some of these - see the gold and green? - I bought at a rock shop,
like this rough one with a jagged yellow streak on top.
It’s a little store, in Mesa, on Alma School and the 202,
I’ve stopped in there a couple times, just to see what's new.

Most of them I found in the forrest a few miles north of Payson.
I drove up there with Jasper, looked at him long and said, “Son,
here we have a thousand rocks. Seek the one that's seeking you.”
And that’s how I got this white one, speckled with flecks of blue.

Oh, and I know the name of this one, too: petrified wood. 
Want to hear something funny? The truth is, nobody should
call it petrified wood, since it’s not wood, speaking scientifically,
It’s rock. Well, it’s alright. Call it wood. I don’t mean to disagree.

Petrified wood, petrified wood, petrified wood... Ha! It’s a lie!
It’s sediment that gathers in watery wood, and centuries go by
until it solidifies into rock, and that’s what I've got here in my hand,
a thing transformed. So, really, it’s made up of tiny rocks, or sand.

But it’s not wood. Oh, and this one's called a lava rock.
I found it about a year ago when I walked around the block
looking for vacant homes, and I trespassed onto some property,
and took some rocks. I know it's illegal. But so what? See?

Now I have a giant rock spiral, and spirals sure feel good.
And I don’t even mind if the kids in the neighborhood
dare one another to touch my rocks in the darkest hours of night.
The kids who touch these rocks will one day turn out right.