Haiku Poem: Skipping Stones

Childhood memories.

Skipping stones across the lake.

A bike ride to take.

I had fond memories growing up. There was a lake behind my house. My friends and I would throw rocks across the lake to see who had the most skips.

Then we would get on our bikes and ride to Woody’s general store to pick up beef jerky.

Upon returning, we would recruit more friends to play a game of baseball. Then when dusk came, we would play capture the flag.

Wonderful memories. Glad I could share them in this haiku.