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Skipping Stones Once, when on a mountain hike With my son, one summer day, At a lake, we stopped to rest Beside the shore, along the way. He took a stone and threw it in, Then looked around again to find Another one, he threw once more, Then turned to me with puzzled mind. |
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| �Dad, I cannot skip these stones. I�m not quite sure what is wrong. I throw as fast as I can But they just will not skip along.� We searched around until we found A smooth, flat stone that was just right. I showed him how to hold it thus, He then turned and threw with all his might. It sailed beyond the water�s edge, Skipped five times, then settled in. He turned around, with beaming smile, And said, �Dad, let�s look around again!� Douglas Fletcher 01/17/02 |