Stepping Stones
One to the other did that Billy hop
holding on to what he had got
that green grass after the Troll bridge
for his kids over the water
He did not care what it took
as long as they knew
he was bringing to them
grass fresh and very new
He was no Billy goat gruff
of a runt in a huff and stuff
he was a stepping stone
a goat with ghosts all alone
But he knew how to step dainty
and was never of shyness or frailty
he hopped and skipped to get to his home
with the gift of his wondrous stepping stones
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris
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