Genre+3+-+Poem+-+Time

  Dirt, rock , grit , grime

these are all results of time.

Fossils buried down below

of the stream of life so low

Dino and reptile souls roar hello.

Monsters, creatures never seen

any place you've ever been.

Did the flood wash them away

or did did a shower kill them one day?

Finding proof of their existence

time is the the resistance.

Paleontologists find them now

their graves in the earth down below.

Taking pictures, finding secrets

reading books, making leaflets.

Science, language

math, and art involve this

study with the smart.

Getting masters and PH D's

acing classes getting degree's

Researching, reading , finding , speeding

Getting dirty finding fossils

timing getting permission.

Finding a job in the city

selling bones to the Smitty (Smithsonian)

The land has changed to hide its treasure

changing its size changing its measure.

The wind blows the earth away

exposing the progress of today.

These scientists must take their time

for if not the bones will break.

The towering Rex to the flying birds

cannot be expressed in words.

They go to the Field and dig dig dig

until they find a bone that is big.

Carefully pulled and extracted these fossils are then

dusted brushed then contracted.

Shipped to museums

studied then placed in

a big glass case.

Eyes can see but hands don't touch

these artifacts cannot be clutched.

Time slowly wears these things away

pretty soon they will just be clay.

From beast to bone to

earth to stone.

These giant beasts are underground

where they are bound.

Will they leave us here on earth or

will they wait for the birth of the next generation.

Some say they will never fade

others fear they are wrong.

They break apart each day and turn to dust.

The sounds and cries of the dead will never utter another sound.

Time is in control of

every single tooth and claw.

The giant souls of those unseen

live in those far and between.

The dust collects to the stones

that were once Dino bones.

Memories of the past

many hope that they will last.

In the hearts of the strong

will hold the the era's long.

From Triassic to Jurassic

and end with Cretaceous.

All the strong and the weak

cannot defend the time we seek.

Now as we end the day

those Dino's can no longer play.

Waiting for their time to come

to erode them with the others some.

They will turn to dust pretty soon they will fade away

like the dawn at break of day.

So if you see a paleontologist tell them to hurry

cause every day images get more blurry.

One day all that will be here is information on paper.

This thing will not keep through centuries long.

When they go away they cant come back

no one can change the past.

So what is done is done

and cannot change

no matter how strange.

That is why we fight against time

for history and memories.