Since this prompt was my suggestion,
I’ll offer this pastoral little verse to go with it.
Hendrick the Hereford rests in the shade
having fulfilled his duties;
all summer long life was a song
romancing bovine beauties.
Now it’s fall and he feels the call
to loaf in the dappled dale,
munch his way through a bale of hay
and swat pesky flies with his tail.
The little house is not too small
to shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
it holds the Lord’s abounding grace
and every simple room may be
endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severely plain,
a wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
high faith which makes for peace of mind
and that sweet understanding which
can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all things
from which the soul’s contentment springs.
It’s not too small for love to grow,
for all the joys that mortals know,
for mirth and song and that delight
which makes the humblest dwelling bright.
What waits for me? Who knows? Beyond the rippling tide: adventures – or a lazy day of watching seabirds glide.
A siren call across the swell pulls me from my chair. Away to sea, my boat and me, with hope of havens fair!
Idyllic isles or rolling seas, excursions o’er the foam; I’ll spend this month meandering intriguing paths to roam.
Methinks the month will fly… I’ll pass through sun and rain. I shall return when “dog days” burn and dock my boat again.
No, I’m not really gliding off into the rolling sea, but I am taking a holiday from blogging in the month of July. I’ll continue my Ragtag Daily Prompt duties Sunday evenings and I intend to keep posting interesting words & meanings on my Word Buds site but otherwise, you won’t see me here very much before August 2.
“People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.” ― Dorothy Day
My thoughts went in two different directions: I considered writing a verse about the ripples you will see in natural settings…and then I pondered the philosophical angle, where RIPPLES symbolize the power of example. Particularly the influence that a good example can have. How many individuals have carried out a work which has blessed the whole world?
I opted for the “ripples as a symbol of influence” angle and chose the quote by Dorothy Day. Whoever she is or was, her thought is a wise one. And I’m going to add my own mini-poem on this subject. The verse I wrote about natural ripples I’ll save for another post. 🙂
This world is full of ripples
and each of us must choose
the ones we’ll be a part of,
to win at life, or lose.
Some lives have left a swelling
of blessings for us all
while some leave sad examples
how far a man can fall.
Each ring will ripple outward
toward some final end:
the eulogy of “enemy”
or accolades of “friend.”