Cosmic Travel Sickness by Stella M. Turk MBE

Hold on tight, the world is whirling.
As it whirls, its also twirling
And its wobbling on its axis.
When the moon wanes and waxes
Seas follow with obeying dances.
On red hot base continents glide
And in spectacular way, collide
Resultant mountains, however tall
Having risen, needs must fall
Dragged to the heat below us all.
Stop the world! I now feel ill:
I didn’t take a travel-sick pill!

Stella M Turk MBE

8th December 1998

Stellas notes:

Following an episode of ‘Earth Story’ on BBC 2, describing how even the Himalayas are losing height, and Greece is sliding into the sea!


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