Rings on the water, a brief moment alone Expanding rings connect, overflow and gone Tossed in to the world, flat stone slightly curved Flying elegantly with a bounce, one, two, three, four, five Then sink to be sunk, stone bound to take a dive
Sometimes on a Monday evening those moments just appears, ha de Gött!
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UlleHaddock 
I like this, Ulle; I too have written a few skipping stone poems 🙂
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Let me know if you need the picture 🙂
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will do, Ulle; I’ll tell you what though: I would like the last photo for ‘Fungus’ ; reckon I could do something with that 🙂
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I’ll send it.
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thanks Ulle 🙂
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Skimming stones. Great fun. Like the poem!🙂
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Thank you and thank you for letting me know that is called skimming stones in English.
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You are welcome Ulle. 🙂
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