Mastodons Poems - Poems about Mastodons

...Water is uniquely ancient, yet it hasn’t aged a day. It’s older than Dr. Leakey’s bones. Older than Olduvai Gorge. Water is older than life itself, Unaltered by evolution’s chaotic ebb and flow.......

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...Clinton's Inauguration 1993 You were so beautiful, Maya Standing in front of the President and the First Lady I didn’t really understand Your Pulse Of Morning Presidential inauguration p......

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...Imagine they find your bones in a boggy field - it happens all the time, speaking of which, time is your pocket handkerchief, your wristwatch, and your best evening pants all reduced to inse......

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...Hello. It is nice to finally meet the princess of the Dragons. You are Princess Regina I was told. You aren't What I expected. How do you happen to be in The area reporter? I learned the helmet......

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...Once it was wrinkles that blemished me in your eyes: Youthfulness alone met your taste in workers. Now it's my humanness that you scorn For the power and stamina of robots I lack. Yet sneer not ......

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...Steel mountains tower over ancient minds The mismatched soul anachronism Instincts progressively lagging behind Primitive brain sees a deep red cataclysm Ghostly mastodons stalk the ......

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...Extinction is the end of something that used to be alive Now it is forever gone and cannot be revived Mastodons, dodo birds and dinosaurs once were Now they’re just a memory, a fossil or a blur W......

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...David Attenborough and his “Portrait of Earth” the best serial about evolutions secrets of nature and truly wonder of movie creating technology at the last part of XX century, when our empi......

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...It Came From the Depths of Space By Elton Camp It was created at the time of the Solar System’s birth And traveled millions of miles before it reached Earth When it reached the atmosphere, it......

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...Attention to all the feeble masses The massive ones have gone, The one’s who once ruled the prairie’s of Kansas Wooly cumbersome saints they were , Yea those ones, yea they are gone, they have le......

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