Rocky GroundA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe ground had rumbled for quite some time It was only a minor quake, The people grumbled, it came and went But it kept them all awake, ‘They say there was a volcano here A billion years ago, But it’s long since dead, the geologists said, And there’ll be no lava flow.’
They’d built the suburb on rising ground, And roads, right up to the peak, The ground was rocky and unforgiving The soil was grey and weak, So little grew on that rising crest Just the odd saltbush or so, They couldn’t drill through the rock beneath To help their bushes grow.
I would venture out and would take the air When the house cooled down at night, But always felt there was something there That would make me feel uptight, I felt the rumble, under my feet It was like a muffled roar, And I thought a whimsical thought one night, It was like an old man’s snore.
One night I wandered up to the crest And I saw two bushes move, They seemed to tremble and flutter there Just above a ball shaped groove, The rumble stopped as I stood and watched From under the starlit skies, The bushes opened to crystal orbs, Just like a pair of eyes.
They fixed me there in their crystal stare And I didn’t dare to breathe, The summit started to shake and move, And then it began to heave, The houses built on the crest fell down It was like a huge hiccup, And I fell tumbling to the ground As the Mountain God stood up! David Lewis Paget © 2014 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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