Beneath Our Feet Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Great caverns formed by Natures hand
transformed into a wonderland
When man provides electric light
highlighting every stalagmite
and stalagtite for our delight.

Stray chips of quartz reflecting back.
Pin points of light against the black
dark shadowed rocky walls. Like eyes
their colours take you by surprise
they coruscate like fireflies.

This beauty had been seldom seen
except by potholers who are keen
to tread where no one trod before
Pioneers who choose to explore
the hidden depths which they adore.

The hardy men who found the way
to wonders we can view today.
They had to crawl we walk upright
their way was dark but we have light.
Revealing wonders to our sight.

I wonder why Dame nature hid
these caverns in the way she did
and if we were intended to
follow up each subtle clue.
A task which very few could do.

Although wild creatures knew the way.
The bats which shun the light of day
have roosted here for centuries.
They come and go just as they please
by hidden ways that no man sees.

18-Mar-08