poetry and prose about place

crossing the river #2

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In the 1970s, when my husband and I had only known each other for about a month, we were stranded for three hours on a ferry that quit half way across the river.  The ferryman just shrugged, said he’d be back, and rowed away in the lifeboat. 

We were desperate.  For an hour, we skipped stones across the water.  I don’t believe there was a single stone or pebble or grain of sand left on the ferry deck!  We talked, of course, and probably found out how much we had in common. We’ve been together for almost 33 years. 

When the ferryman returned, he brought some sandwiches his wife had made for us and the news we would have to wait two more hours for the Coast Guard to come up the river from Saint John to tow us to the shore. 

Needless to say, we were eventually rescued.   And I have never experienced a ferry breakdown again.

some of these would be excellent for skipping


skipping stones


collect your stones

select for flat and smooth

stones with knowledge

embedded flight and float

pile your stones


hold your hand

like this, curl your finger

round the stone, flat curve against

your palm, coddled

cover of a book

you never want to end


swoop back

arm and index finger

parallel to shore, release




                                                                              the way



                                                                                                                 with edge

                                                                                                                                     of skim





concentric rings

connect and scatter


select another stone



© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

September 16, 2011 at 7:17 am

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  1. Excellent poem Jane. Very tender, especially with the leadup in the narrative. Also like the effect of skipping words.



    September 17, 2011 at 11:12 am

    • Hi Denis. I occasionally like using the shape of the poem to convey some meaning. I love skipping stones. Jane


      jane tims

      September 18, 2011 at 5:49 pm

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