THE CAVES

Caves are dark.
Caves are deep.
During the day
it's where bats sleep.

    Yesterday I went to Kartchner Caverns and explored the cave. I put on a helmet and headlamp to see stalactites, stalagmites, soda straws, bacon, drapes and towers, all slowly made by dripping calcite.  I also got to see 45,000 year-old bat guano. It is hard to think of something that old. Can you imagine what life must have been like 45,000 years ago?  In the Discovery Center I saw a picture of a square foot with over 200 bats sleeping in that small space. Can I say my mind was boggled? 
   What do you know about rocks, stones, or caves? What do you know about the insects or mammals that live in caves? Can you write your own poem about one of these topics? Have fun writing.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.  

Joseph Roux

haiku

copyright 2015, Joy Acey

 

 

different angles on the same building

Modern skyscrapers
tower into the skyline
I'm a country girl

copyright2015, Joy Acey

    Driving into the hotel from the Shanghai airport there were several miles of skyscrapers.  I looked for the green, except it is January and most of the trees, when I could see any, were missing their leaves.  I saw lots of weeping cherry trees.  I guess I'm going to need to go back to China in the spring so I can see the cities all abloom.  I wonder who washes all those windows on the skyscrapers?
    What are you writing today?