See ten thousand years
Leave immense granite boulders
In stony silence;
Where glaciers retreated here,
Ancient campsites may have been.
Times fair, or toilsome…
Envision the hardy ones
Thirst the nearby brook;
Gather blowdown for their fires;
Shelter in stick-built lean-tos.
Boulders, ten-foot high,
Strewn; left from the last Ice Age;
Strong and unmoving;
Sense the Time long before us,
And ten thousand years from now.
September 2016
Boulders, ten-foot high, Strewn; left from the last Ice Age; Strong and unmoving; Sense the Time long before us, And ten thousand years from now Nicely written poem about the perennial timeline of the Earth. Thanks for sharing this with us.10 marks for it.
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh, yes! ! ! The history of ages permeates this awesome poem. I can see this trail you hiked among the giant boulders left from millions of years back to the dawn of time and isn't it fascinating to touch what had been present perhaps during the time of the dinosaur, and the construction of the Greek temples, and the Viking ships that set sail to find other lands..... oh, so definite a 10, my friend... and a spot on my; list of favorite poems
Thanks, Susan... so glad you appreciated it... we're only here a second or two.