A wee bit'o fun, this one wuz'!
Hope y'u enjoy it too...FjR
I never gather moss
Tho'some call me dross
I'm taken by surprise
by so many who drive
Past my roughshod land
Made of concreted sand
N', in a blink of an eye
Or a rumble from the sky
I can quickly take roll
As if I'm aiming to bowl
'N with no warning sign
I'll strike like a lion
'N with no sense of care
I'll pounce like a bear
as you bristle in prayer
So, do you know who I am
My ancestors made gems
Over hundreds of years
Pressed tightly, I hear
Into diamonds as bright
As a comet in the nite
Give up? I bet you do
So, I'll simply tell you
I am the Rock on the top
Of a mountain of others
I'll be the first to drop
On past all my brothers
I'm the one who decides
the very next rockslide
So all cars be on alert
I gave you fair warning
If you see falling dirt
A rockslide be dawning
With me leading the way
Go ahead, make my day!
FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem