What A Trip

A very deep poem

What A Trip

4-10-07

The Dog is a large continent, second only to one,

Which is the Eagle with winds full spread,

The Skull falls in third place, but it won’t be no fun,

Cause all those kind folks, will surely be dead.

A strong pressure will cause the continents to move,

Causing breakage of one or two, while still in motion,

One will go up over another and this will simply prove,

That even a large continent can cross over an ocean.

There is a small plate on the floor of the sea,

It’s a mountain, we know, that’s made without hands,

Understanding the reasons that it has to be,

For breaking the Wing, while the land expands.

The Lamb and the Lion lay tight together,

While the Lamb humbly goes on into slaughter.

This action of Nature will mess with the weather,

And even to me, I will loose a Son and a Daughter.

The Dog is the North American plate; it’s the Dragon as well,

While the Eagle is the Eurasian plate; and gets a broken Wing,

When the floor of the sea near the Manila’s Swell,

Shoots up with the pressure beyond anything!

It changes the surface of all of the Earth,

And what’s left, you see, leaves a brand new home,

It’s like a new creation, a brand new birth,

Only difference now, you’ll never have to roam!

Knowman