Skipping Stones
Oh the joys of skipping stones
On a little lake
One, then two, skips along
Then three on good fall days
To choose the stone was the thing
With smooth rocks chosen for skipping
And larger rocks to make a splash
When the skipping stones were missing
A lake of glass we couldn’t pass
And we had to do our thing
Skipping stones as we laughed
To awaken the peaceful scene
Maple leaves from overhead trees
Raced across the lake
The little waves from the rocks we threw
Rocking them on their way