I have a poem for that:
Written In Stone
How is it you haven’t read, then,
The notes that were carefully placed,
In layers of sedimentary rock,
So they wouldn’t be simply erased?
My other stone writing you noted.
I guess brevity counts with you now,
It used to be any message,
Was like manna from Heaven somehow.
But before, you were watching the heavens,
And now you seem glued to that “set”,
Which perhaps was a gift from Lucifer,
I haven’t decided quite yet.
In any case I left some scribblings,
That I’d just jotted down on the fly,
As I puttered around in my Garden,
While a few million ages crept by.
Like flowers pressed between pages,
Impressions of things that once were,
Were cast in the layers of future rock,
And baked in the way that they stir.
A simmering, bubbling cauldron,
If your scale of observing is such,
That a million years is the blink of an eye,
And some things need a delicate touch.
Now you may think those notes are of failures,
Being things that I tried and put by,
But remember that all of them did once live,
Ere they came to that place where they’d die.
They succeeded in terms of getting along,
With the challenges they had to face,
Remarkable, really, that out of such wood,
I whittled the whole human race.
Now, off you go with your studies,
Don’t think it’s an open-book test!
This place that you think is a garden,
Is a prison for all but the best.
NicknamedBob . . . . April 29, 2009
Written in stone? Stuning!
Ex Libro Lapidum Historia Mundi
That’s the PDF, you want to see the original!
THAT is really neat. I want one like that for my eventual grave marker, just not too soon please.