Hello Ian.
I thought the readers might like this poem about water. It was written by James Foley. Regards JB Carndonagh.
DROP A PEBBLE.
Drop a pebble in the water; just a splash and it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples, circling on and on and onSpreading, spreading from the centre, flowing on out to the sea.
Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you forget.But there's little waves a-flowing and there's ripples circling yet.And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown.You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word or careless; in a minute it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the centre as they go.
Drop an unkind word, or careless; in a minute you forget.But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet.And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash and it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave.
I thought the readers might like this poem about water. It was written by James Foley. Regards JB Carndonagh.
DROP A PEBBLE.
Drop a pebble in the water; just a splash and it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples, circling on and on and onSpreading, spreading from the centre, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you forget.But there's little waves a-flowing and there's ripples circling yet.And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown.You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word or careless; in a minute it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the centre as they go.
And there's no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.
Drop an unkind word, or careless; in a minute you forget.But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet.And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred.
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash and it is gone.But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave.
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness; in a minute you forget.But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet.And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard.
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
Environmental.
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