Consequences
by cricketjeff on April 16, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Across a wash of Wedgwood blue
The birds are all that flies
The England that the ancients drew
With unencumbered skies
Far North of us a stream of ash
Explodes into the air
And since they do not want to crash
The planes aren’t anywhere
If you’re away you’ll have to stay
No chance of flying home
Your trips extending day-by-day
You’ve much more time to roam
Volcanoes don’t believe in man
We’re far too small and fast
They work towards the longer plan
Progressing blast by blast
Some oceans stretch and some recede
As plates are on the move
All working to our planet’s need
We aren’t asked to approve
The plume of ash a tiny part
Of these more massive tales
But it has filled this poet’s heart
No Bloody Vapour Trails!!!
Author notes
On a news programme a journalist was interviewing a geologist about the
volcano’s effects, and at one point asked “when can travellers expect to be
able to fly again”
The reply, delivered entirely dead pan was
“It’s a Volcano!”
Said it all really [Posts%20by%20cricketjeff%202_files/grin.gif]
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