POEM: Geologic Time Posted on May 12, 2021 by B Gourley The boulders' slothful migration inched them down the hillside. They moved so slow you'd never know they were in leaden landslide. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
I never thought of those giant boulders moving, but gravity would pull them down a little every day. Great poem. You gave me something to thinkabout. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
I never thought of those giant boulders moving, but gravity would pull them down a little every day. Great poem. You gave me something to thinkabout.
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