Down by the lake
we pilgrimage to
stroll by water in
the noon day
when the sun is
highest in the sky
I spy the glimmering
dance of reflecting
rays on the surface
I cover my eyes as
it can be blinding
I do my best hound
impression and look
for the flattest rocks
by the lakes edge
Drawing back my
left hand while keeping
low to the ground
I attempt to glide that
flat rock across the
surface of the water
and achieve a many skips
along the surface
4, 5, 6... I can't stop
I'm a master ROCK
SKIPPER and love my
craft, keep playing along.