Walking along the river banks
picking up small stones, I
drop some back with a clatter,
others, I skip over the water,
but some, I dip into the water
and watch their true colours emerge.
Those I place in my pocket.
I come across other stone pickers
and we share the stones
we have found and we find
friendships--swimming
the river together.
Last stone...I'll be over at Writing Our Way Home. If you haven't joined Fiona's and Kaspa's latest venture, come look. It's quite something.
Home: http://writingourwayhome.ning.com/
My page: http://writingourwayhome.ning.com/profile/MargoRoby
I'm also to be found at: http://margoroby@wordpress.cpm
5 comments:
So glad to continue stone picking with you, Margo. See you as we write our way home.
Good to have met you through picking up stones!
@ws: I will see you over there. So glad not to lose you.
@ Annie: I'm glad to have met you too, and hope our paths cross again.
The 'colours' have been beautiful! :)
@EMM: They have, haven't they :-) I hope to go on finding more.
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