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Carved through endless millenia
Hanging valleys and finger lakes,
Kettle holes, eskers and drumlins
Are what the moving glacier makes
Plucking, shearing rocks from their beds
Grinding stone channels with debris
Its hard to believe such power is dying
But what can I do, what can we?
Vibrant and dynamic these dinosaurs
Lower limbs plastic and flowing
But melti...
Thursday 30th July 2020 10:44 am
Mr Crotty
His favourite word was precipitation
Agog, we'd wait for it,
Windchill factors and average
Mean temperatures too, while once he showed us
How to make a weather station
He's dead now
That kind of geography extinct.
Its Climate Studies now, scaring kids,
Breathing in anxious jargon from
Melting ice caps and rising sea-levels.
Their future.
Slide rules rip u...
Sunday 3rd May 2020 12:01 pm
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