Going Down Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

We never give much thought,
Thinking we are standing,
On solid ground every day,
There is always something moving,
Below our feet, over forty - one thousand,
Earthquakes, in the year twenty - twenty
That's just in the U.S.A.
Then if we think of all of the void spaces,
Empty mines, caverns & caves…
Many of us living above, under - ground holes,
While the oceans, along our country's east & west sides,
Wash away, acres A year, with high tides, and waves.

Tom Maxwell©
4/12 2021 AD
3: 45 AM