skipping stones

I remember a summer day
wind dancing across that
waist high grass
a little creek running
through the middle

I remember loving that
was oh so sweet
beside that little stream
skipping stones in-between
the kisses that grew deep

I remember laying in your arms
on a warm summer day
nothing in our way
like it was yesterday
basking in the warmth
of your love

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License