Lakeside

Above the lake

I sit to watch the wind play with the water.

My chair a rock, 

A great gray giant rock

A rock that seems to be poised there waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting...

Flat on top, smooth, heavy

Just a shore rock waiting for a giant child 

With his giant father,

To come along on a summer afternoon

To chose it -- this rock

To smooth it on his giant shirttail 

Feel it in his giant hand and 

Whip it through giant fingers 

Out across the lake's surface,

Count it with a grand giant thundering voice 

As it tucks the water and skips

One, two, three, four, five,

Five times! 

Five giant skips! 

Oh!

Oh!

I should move!