I’ll be on vacation next week, but the blog will still be going strong…and as I contemplated what to share today, I thought this little vignette from a few summers ago might be just the thing. (It didn’t quite happen exactly the way I describe it!)
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The Skipping Stone
While walking by the lake, I spied a perfect skipping stone
that lay there nestled in the sand, half-hidden, all alone.
It seemed in need of company, and so I thought I’d throw
the stone across the water, to the other stones below.
It skipped along the surface once, then twice, and thrice, and more,
and kept on going, ‘til I was alone there on the shore.
I smiled and turned to walk away, but wait – what did I see?
From far beyond the dock, my stone came skipping back to me.
– © 2011, Matt Forrest Esenwine
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That’s adorable, Matt. I hope it’s like that when kids leave home or will we just throw further next time? 😉
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Very nice, Matt. I love the cadence that works so well with the subject. And I perceive the skipper has found a friend.
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Nicely done, Matt- and I love the surprise ending!
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Thank you all, I appreciate your comments! I wanted to tell a simple story for kids, but one that might have a slightly deeper message.
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I like how the ending changes this poem from describing an event to almost being a fable!
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Thanks, Mary Lee…I was trying to write something beyond just a simple story, so I was hoping it came across!
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A boomerang rock – how clever! I can see this poem being the beginning of a wonderful ‘what if’ discussion, especially with kids.
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It’s a discussion that could go anywhere, too – did the rock skip itself? Did someone on the other side skip it back? If it did skip itself, how? And why?? Thanks for stopping by, Violet!
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May I share my poem with you ?
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I rely like this poem i wrote like your a wail ago
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Well, thank you, Jessica!
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cool! what a fun ending!
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Thanks, Liz – I hope it gets people wondering what happened!
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A very summery poem indeed. Was just at the beach recently, so this resonated with me. I didn’t skip stones though. 🙂 Have to do that next time to see whether the stones do have a habit of returning. 🙂
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Be sure to let me know what happens!
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I imagined my fingers reaching to gather
A stone from life’s basket clasping not a heavy stone
Full of life’s uncurtains heavy ruffed from Paine
My fingers search for the smoothest stone
Not a heavy stone but a stone that will skip gracefully
Across the surface of my future
Smoothing life’s circles
Like the circles on the water
As the stone skips out of sight
my fingers reach to gather
Another stone from life’s basket
I’ll keep this stone and call it life
By Jessica Bigi
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Beautiful, Jessica – thanks for sharing!
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