I’ve always loved geology. I don’t know why I do,
but something ’bout the changing earth excites me through and through.
Subduction zones, orogeny, the earth’s great heaving powers,
and cleavage, groins, and hot spots. I could study this for hours.

I love to learn of hardness, swells, and continental rise;
of columns, stacks, and mountain peaks, all pointing to the skies.
Of caverns and crevasses, valleys, fissures, rifts, and trenches.
I like to know what’s going on in beds, on floors, on benches.

I like to learn near all things geological. And yet,
I’m not so keen on permafrost, and aa, and arrĂªte.
Those topics just aren’t any fun. With them, my studies slowed.
I spent far TOO long learning all about suspended load.

But soon came partial melting. Infiltration, soon enough.
Confining pressure, overthrusts, my God I love this stuff.
I learned about the body wave, and felt a great sensation.
Eruptions, geysers, discharge, streams, and blowouts. And deflation.

Of aftershock, and P waves, and of angle of repose.
Of parent rocks, and daughter products… Where’s it end? Who knows?
And if normal polarity is not quite where it’s at,
there’s always dikes, and wind gap digging. Nothing wrong with that.

So hey, take up geology, ’cause it’ll knock your socks off
to learn how constant weathering can get a mountain’s rocks off.
I still don’t know the reason, not a clue what it could be,
but when I learn geology, the earth DOES move for me.