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}.