ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

It segments layers of the past;
It hides the jewels we mine;
Its ownership on earth is vast;
In sand, its role is fine.
It rides the wind in storms of dust;
It’s won by war-torn fates;
It’s born anew in molten crust;
It’s why a tree gestates.
It’s foundations for everything;
From space, it’s green and blue;
It’s why sonars return their ping;
It’s even Uluru.
It’s dankly, underground, lit caves;
It’s liquefied in mud;
It greets the end of rolling waves;
It’s waterlogged in flood.
Intrinsical to landscaping;
It’s farmed in fertile fields;
It’s, continents still reshaping;
And crests displayed on shields.
It’s fossils stored eons ago;
It’s ‘neath a coral reef;
It filters clean as rivers flow;
It built the world motif.
It washes through a panning sieve;
It formed Canopic urns;
It’s where all life began to live
Onto, that life returns.
17/09/2011 © Copyright 2011 Adam Parker

it is ??

Deep Adam, deep.

I'll have to re-read it a few times. I was looking for a punch line.

G'day Zondrae,

Yeah no real punchline as it were, just the 3rd in a series on the elements.

The first was "The Gift" on the wind
The second was "Rebirthing" on fire
This one on earth
Just water to go now.

Love it Adam - you have captured its element beautifully in your words - always more to things than what the eye sees initially

Cheers

Maureen

Very true Maureen,

What is it that was once said...

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio.

You and and both Marty! Just gonna take a step back for a week and work out how I'm gonna tackle it.

And yeah Zondrae... It is.
Sorry I skipped over that the other day.

Who'd have thought it was all those things?

You are on a roll Adam!

Heather