Skipping Stone
By Chris Kramer
Indian summer memories Searching for skipping stones Gathering a washed collection Sharing the best ones to throw Your laughing face always told me The joy in touching Mother Earth Skipping along a liquid surface A shoreline distant ... the only worth Those times spent were so precious We discovered ourselves in each other A world when we were perfect friends And a stone made it across the water As I search for the perfect skipper I find one that catches my eye ... Such line, such form, so truly born To rise above it all ... and stay dry Your skipping stone in the lake I found A smooth pebble now kept in my soul Wedged in between joy and love More precious than a pocketfulWell, this started out as a poem about a girl I used to spend time with at the lake skipping stones ... she was going through a rough time (D) and when we did that in the evening, you could see the relief wrap around her ... but now that I read it over, it seems this poem could also apply to throwing rocks in the water with your brother or sister or friends growing up .... anyway, hope you see the child in this too .... :-) chris Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 01:56 PM PST, Chris Kramer 0 • 8
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