Travels Of A Rock - Poem by jim foulk
One day as I was walking,
down the road so fair,
I spotted a rock,
just laying there.
What is one to do,
in a moment like this,
kick it of course, but
please don't miss.
So far the rock travels,
until someone else comes along,
sees the rock laying there,
they pick it up and sing a song.
They carry the rock a long ways,
with a flip and a toss,
into the pond goes the rock,
walking down this road, now they're lost.
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