A SEISMIC SHIFT

 

An eminent professor thought

Her earthquake theory was sound

But soon found her knowledge

Was on very shaky ground

SMOOTH SOFT STONES

Smooth soft stones

Picked from the beach

Rounded and smooth

To the touch

Opened a floodgate

In my mind

As distant memories

Rushed in

Of a different time and place

A simpler time

And way of life

When hours could be spent

In the innocent pursuit

Of ducks and drakes