A shore thing

A poem about erosian

A shore thing

Pick a pebble from the shore

and hold it in your hand

Future seas will wear it down

to just a grain of sand

There's nowhere you can put it

that the waters will not reach

This land of ours we call our home

will just be one more beach

Tides roll in and tides roll out

and wear our world away

Until there's little land about

where anyone can stay

The seas will rise before our eyes

and swallow up the hills

Until man flies to alien skies

or grows a pair of gills

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Love this...nicely done Keith...enjoyed your words...Rose