Rocks

I skipped a rock across the river 
it came back in a wave.
It pounded into gravel upon now 
the roads are paved.

Used to build and stake a claim 
of my home enclaved.
As upon it My name to write 
everlasting to engrave.

To comfort and protect many lives 
to live and save.
To join the host of all the lands in 
peaceful conclave.

Used to fight for our freedoms, 
not to rule or enslave
In Respect of all the perils not 
forgotten nor forgave.

To honor our forefathers who all 
stand now ungraved.
Deciding are we to be industrial 
or are we to be brave.

Whom can say with rocks in hand, 
how are we to behave?
w042020


{This writing is inspired by the quote "if life gives you lemons make lemonade". So, if life gives you rocks...  I see a picture of one skipping rocks, I see a picture of one throwing rocks}.

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