Skipping Stones Poem by William McGehee

Ripple, ripple, ripple
Spreading on the top
Skipping, skipping pebble
A skip, a skip, a plop.
Now sinking to the bottom
Now comming to a stop
And resting there for now, for ever
A still and silent prop

So reaching for another
My thoughts and spirits grow:
A rhythmic smooth tranquillity
With each and every throw.
Marking, marking, marking
time as visable for show
Till sinking, sinking slowly
To his fellows down below