SKIPPING STONES

Skipping stones across the water
Walking miles to get to town
To buy some penny candy
Piece by piece or by the pound.

Climbing up the oak tree
To sit up high upon the branches
Spending everyday we had
Taking risks and taking chances.

Walking on the railroad tracks
Across the railroad bridge
Running to the other side
That’s what we often did.

Swinging out, holding on
Dropping down into the river
The water cold, the current swift
On the bank, we’d stand and shiver.

Nothing like a summer day
Lying on the grass
Looking up at the sky above
Wanting this day to last.

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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