Toss a Pebble

I came upon a spring so fresh and clear Water washed the pebbles clean Tiny fish swam so happy and free my dear Shimmering in the sun gills all a glean And I closed my eyes and reached down low A searching for a pebble not a stone To propel across the waters’ surface all aglow I the master caster all alone It felt just right I closed my eyes I turned my hand a bit sidewise It skipped across the springs clear edge Remarkable as if it were possessed And revolved itself in the whirlpool A hapless pebble skipped back to a fool I cast it out but again in awe I watched It skidded the surface a marvel unmatched A wondrous sight to my eyes alone A pebble skipper quite at home.