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Take this flat, round, stone I told my son, and daughter too Throw it hard, spinning it Across the stilled pond Count your big splashes Watch the ripples grow First stones they threw Only singular sets of ripples Then two, then three, then more Eventually, their stones, with mine Easily reached the other shore Splashes, into ripples galore Ripples formed by casted rocks Have they lasting print upon Hearts of those I've loved Standing now on faraway shores Gleefully leaping, dancing, tossing Skipping stones hid in their pockets Are my stones, living on in ripples Marked indelible in memories Cast in mind's marble and stone A forever legacy or merely A dimly lit fading thought In minds and hearts forlorn Once, when I was young I knew, I could ripple the world Now, I only hope a weary rest   To lay burden upon the shore Enfeebled arm, for slinging stones Pond's winter death, comes nigh A bit of time left, of sweet life To cast a few more stones Boulders, to toss into the river Giving the biggest splash Heavy to lift, except with help From other believers in ripples ©  2017 Jim Davis
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Believe in Ripples
Take this flat, round, stone I told my son, and daughter too Throw it hard, spinning it Across the stilled pond Count your big splashes Watch the ripples grow First stones they threw Only singular sets of ripples Then two, then three, then more Eventually, their stones, with mine Easily reached the other shore Splashes, into ripples galore Ripples formed by casted rocks Have they lasting print upon Hearts of those I've loved Standing now on faraway shores Gleefully leaping, dancing, tossing Skipping stones hid in their pockets Are my stones, living on in ripples Marked indelible in memories Cast in mind's marble and stone A forever legacy or merely A dimly lit fading thought In minds and hearts forlorn Once, when I was young I knew, I could ripple the world Now, I only hope a weary rest   To lay burden upon the shore Enfeebled arm, for slinging stones Pond's winter death, comes nigh A bit of time left, of sweet life To cast a few more stones Boulders, to toss into the river Giving the biggest splash Heavy to lift, except with help From other believers in ripples ©  2017 Jim Davis
Ok, fellow believers, here is my pitiful effort following my recently posted short stanza "Ripples".  Playing with the word "ripple" and  thinking about the idea of the "butterfly effect'.  Keep believing! "I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples." -Mother Teresa
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
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