Monday, February 20, 2012

Lakes Don't Grow Old

You can’t skip stones forever
Even if you find the perfect lake
With not a ripple on its surface and
A beach loaded with smooth flat stones
You will get hungry
It will get cold or buggy or dark
You will be called to do something else or
You simply won’t be able to conjure up double digit skips
Arms do get sore
Minds do wander
Anything can become monotonous
More challenge than reward but
You can at least be sure
That while skipping stones
No matter how rough the water gets
It will never get up and walk away
Leaving you alone

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