Monolith
I stand out on the red ochre plain,
Well removed from city suburban train.
I stand where few pale humans appear,
Where water imperative as the sun does sear.
I give comforting shelter a gecko frantic,
As he runs from crevasse to crevasse manic.
A ragged shrub lives within my cracks,
And tourist climb with sun on their backs.
Daylight appears I am black against the sun,
At midday find me brightest red blazon.
Middy afternoon I wear another cloak,
And a ruby mood with hazed lightening smoke.
Evening comes and I'm many shades,
Blues and purples in many grades.
As sun finally sets and I return to black,
While the locals sleep into starlight night I retreat.
In my rich red land I'm called the rock,
I'll be with men till they cease wiping the forelock.
Man builds his bridges, towers and icons of the nation,
But God created me and I stand supreme as His creation.
R. K. Hart 8/11/2012
poem by R.K. Hart
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