In a cavern, cool and dark <br />You walk along the gravel path <br />Ducking under stalacites <br />Skirting round stalagmites <br />Shine a torch up to the heights <br />And wonder at the shadows <br />Of interesting little caves <br />Too small for any human <br />And everywhere is very damp <br />And you hear the drip of unseen water <br />Swing the bright beam around <br />To gasp at the dusty glitter <br />Of fragments of colourless quartz <br />As you creep along dim passages <br />Hardly daring to even breathe <br />Yet in a hushed voice <br />you blurt out, ' Oh look at that' <br />At least ten times ten <br />Only to discover something new <br />At each and every twist and turn <br />Of that rocky road <br />And every time you make a sound <br />The bouldered face throws it back <br />In a mocking voice, 'That! That! ' <br />The eons hardened stony wall <br />Now shows an odd shaped light <br />You see the exit dazzingly bright <br />And finally leave the womb-like hole<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cave-3/
