BASALT
By Leonard K. Eaton
I sing the praises of
basalt,
A foundation stone without a
fault.
It rims our coast all black
and knobbly.
It may be slippery but it is
not wobbly.
It will withstand every
Pacific gale
No matter what wind may
prevail.
Close to us are houses built
on sandy ground
We often wonder how much
longer they'll be around.
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