HOUR EIGHT

POEM # 8

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

LIFE

Earth motionless in place,

Traveling quietly in space.

Through the corridor of stars,

Find no doors, gates or bars.

The Sun controls the light,

The Moon reflects the night.

The ocean tides move in, out.

Winds whirling sound shout.

Seasons growth divided by four.

Life on this Earth rich not poor.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015