What Am I
Yes, thank you, read it, and replied.
Belated, but this poem you’ve inspired.
Your adventure, all the thrills, of nature
Victorian history, for me a virtual adventure
Often on one’s forays into the wilds of nature.
Thinking, why else should one this far venture
But there they are, digging, holes all over,
Old Victorian landfill sites, bottles undercover.
So as one’s sweeping sweep net sweeps, thinking
A thirst to quench, thinks some more whilst drinking
Where one treads, how much history lies underfoot
Ones a naturalist, not an archaeologist, so don’t tut!
Naturalists with a bent for palaeontology, o many,
This one is no exception, fossils, one has aplenty.
Only once has one gone on a palaeontologist quest,
But hey one’s a naturalist, too far now ones digressed.
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017
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