This poem was recently revised, and due to formatting problems has been re-posted out of chronological order.

No Stone Unturned

Sept 29 2008

Pluck a stone from the earth

in cool green forest.

Expose rich dark soil,

and alien creatures

who scurry from light.

This stone has sat

undisturbed

since the last glacier scoured the surface,

before man set foot.

You dash through the woods

leaving no stone unturned,

revealing world after world.

Each a tiny time machine

from an age long past.

And you, in your quest for something

leave a trail of destruction

in your path.