The Skipping Stone

By , Toeldo, OH
Like a still lake,
Tapped by a skipping stone,
Our lives have been touched,
Many ripples are shown.
And though that rock has sunk to the bottom,
It's legacy is known.
For when you look at the once-still lake,
You see it's ripples have grown.





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