For Folly Was When Adam and Eve Ate

For Folly Was When Adam And Eve Ate Drowning the naked landscape in a fog Far away bursting city in its smog Along the beach sea-salt floats right on in They, bustling crowd, treading footprints of men Of the coming storm we dare shut the door Raging sea-winds batter innocent shore With the angry weather the mind goes blank Noisy bars carefree, puke up what they drank Whilst the far-off Greek Gods watch with sweet glee Storm knocks down buildings and up-roots giant trees The usual do-nothing crowd parties inside Enjoying the change while full of their pride. Humans cannot stop the weather at all Failure was insured with Icarus' fall Hercules bellows and Thor walks the halls For folly was when Adam and Eve ate And now we all must face the Hands of Fate. Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet. June 17th 1972 Note: I was barely 18 years old when I composed this poem.