Boulder
Once asleep inside my Mother Earth
snailing along through endless time
until the long slow birth revealed
a face to the air and rain so fine
Left there standing tall upon a hill
with rabbits bounding round about
and trees for friends that grew so tall
then falling down when their time was out
New trees grew from seeds of old
where birds would nest in spring
and rest on me to dance about
or stand to watch and sing
Then one so sunny morning
as I soaked in the rays of heat
a child came climbing up the hill
and found I made a really neat seat
Looking out across the countryside
and down upon the farm below
where a family field of vines
made wine with a glow
The lad would tap with a rock
and listen to the ring I would sing
resounding through the forest deep
an ancient tune of the stones that ting
One day an earthquake shook the hill
quaking ground fell away from me
and I rolled on down the slope
through vineyard and tree
Just missed the little house
tumbled through a stone wall
into the vineyard coming to rest
where grapes mark the end my fall
My friend the lad was rather angry
hammer blows instead of song
summers rolled through time
new grapes came along
Feet pressed, juices flowed
to make the wine that glowed
and the lad went away to learn
arts of life and new skills honed
Returned a man so tall and strong
with hammer and chisel in hand
carving stone into new shape
new life for rock to stand
Then one day he stared
his chisel and hammer rings
began to crack hard upon me
chipping away the rock that sings
A year went by among the vines
barrels filled with newer wine
and I reshaped from old
into goddess sublime
Where the people sing
with summer's hot days
dancing around their statue
now in the heart of their plays
In the midst of the vines
I sing with the wine
with a ting in time
a happy rhyme
Jaqi
Bluh
Once asleep inside my Mother Earth
snailing along through endless time
until the long slow birth revealed
a face to the air and rain so fine
Left there standing tall upon a hill
with rabbits bounding round about
and trees for friends that grew so tall
then falling down when their time was out
New trees grew from seeds of old
where birds would nest in spring
and rest on me to dance about
or stand to watch and sing
Then one so sunny morning
as I soaked in the rays of heat
a child came climbing up the hill
and found I made a really neat seat
Looking out across the countryside
and down upon the farm below
where a family field of vines
made wine with a glow
The lad would tap with a rock
and listen to the ring I would sing
resounding through the forest deep
an ancient tune of the stones that ting
One day an earthquake shook the hill
quaking ground fell away from me
and I rolled on down the slope
through vineyard and tree
Just missed the little house
tumbled through a stone wall
into the vineyard coming to rest
where grapes mark the end my fall
My friend the lad was rather angry
hammer blows instead of song
summers rolled through time
new grapes came along
Feet pressed, juices flowed
to make the wine that glowed
and the lad went away to learn
arts of life and new skills honed
Returned a man so tall and strong
with hammer and chisel in hand
carving stone into new shape
new life for rock to stand
Then one day he stared
his chisel and hammer rings
began to crack hard upon me
chipping away the rock that sings
A year went by among the vines
barrels filled with newer wine
and I reshaped from old
into goddess sublime
Where the people sing
with summer's hot days
dancing around their statue
now in the heart of their plays
In the midst of the vines
I sing with the wine
with a ting in time
a happy rhyme
Jaqi
Bluh
Thu
6
Jun
2019
NOTE ~ The boulder in this poem is reflective of a similar event in Italy a few years ago ~
Boulder smashes through Italian farm
BBC News, 31 January 2014
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-25975251
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCKgjZ7JVKM
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