D.M. Greenaway
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Long have I kept watch over this land
A sentinel created from dirt, rocks and sand
My brother Chance and I did not understand
But knew we'd been made by an unseen hand
And so it went on for a millennium...more
Until one day I spied just off shore
A canoe bearing men approaching the door
That was a sight we had not seen before
In my astonishment, I did much adore
And was at once undone like never before
I sneezed!...My face fell to the valley floor
It became a white scar, etched deep to the core
And things were not the same since that day
My brother Chance and I, no more would play
“Your face is too ugly with that scar,” he'd say
"I no longer love you...please, just turn away"
And so I did, what more could I do
There wasn't another, we were only two
So finally, alone and with nothing to do
I thought I'd just take forty winks...No. Forty-two
Hundreds of years I slept in this mood
And the years passed gently in this solitude
No sounds disturbed my pleasant quietude
Until one day...a commotion, quite rude
I yawned and looked and what did I see
Men and machines fast approaching me
What could I do? Where could I flee?
There wasn't a refuge anywhere near for me
I listened in silence as they moved around
While trees and rocks tottered and fell to the ground
But then they dug in, removing my stones
And next, to my horror, they picked up my bones
Suddenly deep down, a terrible indigestion
I had to get rid of that burning obstruction
So I burped with a sound much like that of creation
A mighty rumble I belched, spewing out indignation
But in my discomfort, I did not realize
What I would do to my beautiful prize
My reproach though harsh, was a love in disguise
I could not harm this gem, not this Emerald Isle
But the men looked up and trembled in fear
They knew that the price they'd pay would be dear
“Go! Run away! No wait! Come back here!"
I am the one that you named. I am Mt. Soufriere
~D.M. Greenaway aka True Neteru~
copyright © 2014 D.M. Greenaway
