Skipping Stones Poem by Cynthia Sok
Skipping Stones
Skipping stones
one, two, three
remembering the summe
of the picnics we had in the park
when we felt hot and sticky
stripping to our shorts
and cooling off in the lake
sleeping under the stars
making wishes and dreams
watching the stones make ripples in the water
we laugh at the good times
of the jokes
our silliness and dreams of what to come
skipping stones
we remember
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