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