Ripple, ripple, ripple
Spreading on the top
Skipping, skipping pebble
A skip, a skip, a plop.
Now sinking to the bottom
Now comming to a stop
And resting there for now, for ever
A still and silent prop
So reaching for another
My thoughts and spirits grow:
A rhythmic smooth tranquillity
With each and every throw.
Marking, marking, marking
time as visable for show
Till sinking, sinking slowly
To his fellows down below
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
William, such an interesting poem.....10+++++