Skipping Stones
I remember a summer day
how the wind danced across
the waist high grass
and that little creek running
through the middle
I remember loving sweet
by that little stream
skipping stones in-between
the kisses that grew deep
I remember laying in your arms
on a warm summer day
nothing in our way
like it was yesterday
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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