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POSOWOCO Correspondent!
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Dear Readers

Here's a poem about some rocks I spotted in a national park.Some lines to wonder about what a rock man could be.Some thoughts about his century.But will the rock man listen to my wishes?

Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO

Landscape With Sea 4292874 1920

Anyone want to read of a slow-moving creature whose life is long enough to witness aeons of history?

Or read a poem for the realisation, that some things take forever to happen, but they will?

Do you need to understand our long living friends and care as much for them as you do for smaller creatures and friends?

Is it everywhere that your life turns into a clash between short term and long term?

Is it important to know where you stand with respect tour expectations of your footprint on this evolving earth?

Rock Man Up on the hills sits the rock man, Playing games with the wild animals, But they do not understand why. His legs and arms are solid strata, His mind is like a little child, He cries in a low, low voice. Winds of all the past have brushed him, Where his simple food is time, He cries in a low, low voice. The rock man sees a day as our year, A century as our existence, We all seem to move so fast. Year by year he can feel the heat, That has bubbled from the warming seas, Once cool and clear and fine. His rain seems to come again and again, And he can imagine going back to the cool, To dream of a new earthly pride. Only one was carved out of stone, You will not see him though, He moves too slowly to catch the eye. 20th June 1982

During my days as a child, my father would take me to a local national park, the environment was rugged and would hit the imagination.

Here sat huge towers of rock looking like one on top of another as though a living beast, I was small and vulnerable.

I wondered then what if rock was alive but living on an awfully long-time scale at slow speeds as a "thing".

This rock man would witness all of nature's rise and all of man's folly until we learned to live with the earth.

The rock man is a strange lonely creature.

He sits up on high, somewhere in the peak district of the land.

He has risen from the sea's depths to befriend the creatures and life around him.

Things are changing though, even he can notice the extra heat and rains.

One day he imagines he will be below water in the cool again.

This is a poem about an unrecognisable slow lane of life for him.

The environment living out its effects on his well-being.

Rock Man

up on the hills rock --

playing games with the wild legs

his mind is like child