Thinking It To Be Cemented Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Dried dirt and water mixed,
Can and will produce thick mud.
Depending on the amount.
And making a leisurely walk through it,
An experience many will find unpleasant.

No one brags with a standing in quicksand.
Craving chocolate to taste...
Instead of a rope or a tree branch,
Held by someone to rescue them...
From a dire circumstance.

But then...
Who would blindly step into quicksand,
Thinking it to be cemented...
By the falling of Autumn leaves.