a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, January 6, 2014

Stone-D Conversation


I had a talk with a rock
He had a tale to tell
Said he was millions of years old
Was made from silt and shell.

He said they called him Limestone
His cousin's name was Shale
Both were born underwater
Exactly when they couldn't tell.

Said he was much bigger
Millions of years ago
As soon as water receded
He began to erode.

The rock held some secrets
From years long ago
He held fossils deep within
You could read his life in rows.

When the roads came
He stood in the way
A "powder monkey" drilled, packed
And blew his face away.

For Real Toads

30 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Sad, but that was probably one of your best poems!

Buttons said...

Oh Gail this is fantastic I love the way you wrote this it makes me think and your composition is perfect. GREAT JOB. Hug B

Saucy Kodz said...

Yep, I agree with Alex - this is one of your best, except when you express your love for TM.
Kinda also like when they tear down historical buildings and put up a parking lot - that happens a lot. sad, eh

Lynne said...

You amaze me . . . very good!

Sandra said...

amazing story and I GET IT I GET IT... you are soooo good, just about the only poet i can understand right away

The Furry Gnome said...

A geology poem! I like it!

Sandy said...

Gail,

Great poem, and it touches what really goes on today with limestone and shale.

Linda Wildenstein said...

I am always blown away (no pun intended) by your ability to smith your words in just the right fashion to not only rhyme but tell a wonderful story. Great job. Poor Limestone...sans face. Oma Linda

Mama Zen said...

This is really cool, Gail!

TexWisGirl said...

so goes progress...

Farm Girl said...

That poem is awesome Gail. I like that one. You have such a talent with poetry.
I like how you see it and then know how to write it all down in a great poem,

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

Whenever I find a fossil on the beach I always wonder what the landscape looked like when it originated. Your poem just put my thoughts into words.
Lynne x

Country Gal said...

Awesome !

Laura said...

I love hearing this from the rocks perspective!

A Quiet Corner said...

A lot of things have been defaced because of man kind!...:)JP

Teresa Coltrin said...

Gail, I absolutely love this poem. I agree with Alex, this is your best!

Gemma Wiseman said...

You give so much personality and feeling to this hapless rock. Very moving.

Grace said...

A different point of view, very nice Gail ~

thewovenspoke said...

What a great poem, I enjoyed it much.

LindaG said...

Another really good poem, Gail.
Stay warm!

Josie Two Shoes said...

Intense and personal... I felt your connection to the rock, and the last line blew me away too!

Brian Miller said...

just watched a movie with the kids yesterday on how the earth was made...the formation of rocks and continents and such...probably the best science vid i have ever seen...

pretty cool connection you have with nature as well...

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

I am awed by this piece.

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Oh ... meant to tell you that I love your banner!

Irene said...

We have limestone here and it made the water hard until the water company did something about it. My appliances are a lot happier now. I liked your poem and thought you were very resourceful. xox

aspiritofsimplicity said...

very nice. It makes one feel rather sad for the rocks.

StitchinByTheLake said...

A really good poem Gail....blessings, marlene

DesertHen said...

Wonderful poem! In the end, my heart broke for the rock!

Margaret said...

I do love a tunnel through the mountains - a nice shortcut for me when we are traveling. But, just think of all the "secrets" that were obliterated… and a powerful ending!

Sue said...

This is one of your best, Gail! It has as many layers of meaning as the rock itself.

=)

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