I saw some rocks <br />Skipping down hill <br />They jumped so joyfully <br />It gave me a thrill <br /> <br />Dislodged by falling rain <br />They seemed so proud to be free <br />They seemed to have been aware <br />Of their brand new destiny <br /> <br />Like rolling rocks <br />Be on the move <br />Every turn and tumble <br />Your position to improve <br /> <br />Even when removed <br />From a peak real high <br />Keep on progressing <br />And never say die <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />This poem was motivated by an actual experience of seeing rocks rolling down a hill while driving through a rain storm.<br /><br />howard simon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/progressive-rolling/
