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THE RIPPLES OF VIRUS

There are times when as kids we threw gibbers
at tin cans or light bulbs or a crow;
but the pond was the favourite for bombing G’day friends. I have been working on my computer
with the heaviest rocks we could throw. doing up Booklets of my poetry stretching back into
While the height of the splash was the purpose,
‘twere the ripples of which I was fond; the early nineties. I am working on Booklet nine of
as these concentric circles expanded, around twenty at the moment and I came across
till they reached the mud-banks of the pond. this little poem. Thought it may cheer some folk up
And since then I have thought of the ripples a bit.
that have followed life’s-rocks that I’ve thrown. Greg
How the splash from some action I’ve taken,
has impacted the lives I have known.
For it’s true that no man is an island
and somehow, someone’s life will impact, Don’t Be Blue
from the ripples that come from one’s actions,
those concentrics we leave on the track. by Gregory M. Dillon. @ 1996

And the splash from this COVID-19,
has sent ripples through countries world wide; Smile at the morning
and with death in its wake this pandemic, when you’re feeling blue
is indifferent to whom might have died. Wish on a star
It’s attacking all nations and cultures, when the evening’s new.
with the aged and the sick first in line; Walk in the garden
while our doctors and nurses are striving, fresh with the dew,
to see ripples of virus decline. Stand on a mountain
admire the view.
But there’s something immune from this virus,
that’s The Spirit that Aussies display. Walk on the beach
What our ancestor-Anzacs bequeathed us feel the sand on your toes,
face your fears, join the fight, win the day. Laugh when a feather
Just as veins take our blood through our body, tickles your nose.
to our head and our hands and our feet. Watch as a bird
So the faith and the love that course through us wings over head,
will see ripples of virus retreat. Bathe in the sunset
orange and red.
NOEL STALLARD OAM APRIL 2020
Wave at the moon
When the dreaded coronavirus has rising over the hill,
been banished from our lives into Follow a butterfly
the realm of things we’d rather forget; much better still.
When things return to what we recall Pull a face in the mirror
as normal (or something like that); Watch these pages for break into a smile
details of the return of Do you feel better;
that’s the style.
Verse for Vinnies

A rundown of outstanding performers
to come back where we left off
only bigger and better than ever.

May 2020 eMuse 11