Stepping Stones
Stepping stones
I�m skipping stones
And waiting for
The next stone
That will come
So I can get across
This quiet stream
This gentle brook
That blocks my way
From reaching
Over there
I�m waiting
For a stepping stone
Or floating log
Or crocodile
Who just may
Surface right now
And carry me
Across the creek
And to the other side
My other side
And leave me
Looking at
The raging river that bounds
The far, unseen shore
Of that island.