Pebble March

Down from the porch step I tumbled with a soft thud onto the warm garden path! Right along the flowerbed border rested a scattering of smooth gray river stones. Oh, they wanted a little walking rhythm! I nudged the first pebble forward—roll, click! Then I bumped the second one right beside it—tap, clack! My two side rings jangled with every push, chiming right in time with each clinking stone. One, two, side by side, making a cozy little cobblestone gate all in a straight row!