Skipping Rocks
He set them dancing across the water,
A special talent he seemed to have.
I looked on with pride,
And not a little envy.
His skipped seven times,
Mine went “thunk”.
Were old now and slowing down,
But I’ll bet that brother of mine..
Could still skip seven times
And mine would still go “thunk”.
For Nathan's contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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