From the archives: two years ago After supper we drove to the lake and the dam in Lewis Center Ohio. The grandchildren picked up some of the gravel and tried to throw it into the lake. Endless fascination with the small stones. Just before sunset.
Stones Throw
Glass houses.
Sticks and stones.
How many stones
do you weigh?
Mick’s Band.
Bob’s, Like a Rolling Stone–
gather no moss.
Riverbed bottoms.
Chiseled in stone.
What you could be
turned into
by the Queen of Narnia.
Skip one across pond.
Carve a quarry.
I gave my love a cherry–
it had no stone.
The heart of a peach.
This brings back memories of summer pleasures from 50 – 60 years ago before we had Wii, Playstations and DS handhelds. Another Norman Rockwell moment to cherish.
Ther is something so satisfying about hearing that plop and watching the stone disappear.
They look so little – it goes too fast
I forgot how little they used to be…I guess that happens
I always say, enjoy them while they’re young.
The setting reminds me of the resevoir near you, Ruth ….. enjoyed your words, too! XOXO
Pure pleasure!
I now know what I want to do today. Thanks Ruth