Travels of a Rock
One day as I was walking
down the road so fair
I spotted a rock
just laying there.
What is one to do
in a moment like this
kick it of course, but
pleased don't miss.
So far the rock travels
until someone else comes along
sees the rock laying there
they pick it up, and sing a song,
they carry the rock a long ways
with a flip and a toss
into the pond goes the rock,
walking down this road, now they're lost.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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