The Rock Poem by Bob Gibson

Born from a fiery mountain on the coast of Waharau
Molten lava flowed to the sea with a thunderous row!
The mountains anger was raging, fire filled the air
The quenching of the sea, brought the lava to despair
Fifty meters from the shore, its cooled by incoming tide
It burned its way through bush and scrub, now solidified
The sea has kept it captive, its just visible twice a day
When the ebb tide recedes, it a rest for birds of pray
Gannets dry their wings, and seagulls rest a spell
Mollusks climb on this old rock and fishermen as well
Seaweed caresses it with the rhythm of the waves
Beneath the surface crustations live, in darkened little caves
Fishes swim around it, its here for all of time
When the mountain was angry, the sea, it drew the line.