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Sep 2016
(I was happy laying there)
(You picked me up, I thought you care)
In the pocket dropped inside
with other stones flat, round and wide

Walking around the lake shore
having fun, not any chore
(With my friends we go for a ride)
(We were selected, we think with pride)

A good flat spot, with good footing
where I can really plant and fling
(Hand comes I am selected)
(I wonder why I was elected)

Rock in hand I ready to fling
(I feel the fingers measuring)
Let it go watch it skip
(I bounce on waves and bite my lip)

(I come to a stop and start to sink)
20 times the best I think
(Down in the deep and darkness fall)
I am going to skip them all

( I have been here before)
(Many years of washing ashore)
So much fun skipping stones
(Well here I am all alone)

( I would drown if I needed breath)
( I wonder if this is like death)
I skipped them all I need more
(Guess Ill start my many year chore)

(To get back up on the bank)
If I get muddy mom will spank
( I guess the work is not a crime)
Got to go its dinner time
From the Childs and the rocks point of view
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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