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Caving
by Amel J. Drake
From the December 1994 Flowstone
A million years ago in a limestone bed,
A tiny stream of water, no larger than a thread,
Started to seep into a crack and make its way,
The beginning of a passage, it will become a cave someday.
The water grew larger, and so did the crack,
It carved away at the rock as if eating a snack.
The years rolled along and that stream like a thread,
Carved something very big in that limestone bed.
With passages and tunnels running this way and that,
The cave is now a home to a wondering bat.
Soon others will come to this place that's not lavish,
The cave cricket and spider and a troglodyte fish.
Formations have grown from the ceiling and floor,
Helectites, stalactites, stalagmites and more.
Angel hair, soda straws, flowstone and moon milk,
They are all made of stone, but are as pretty as silk.
This underground world is a place to behold,
It is always dark, sometimes damp, but not usually cold.
There are places of danger, like a canyon or pit,
Don't tell mom about them cause she'll certainly pitch a fit!
There's a lot to see above ground, there's a lot to see below,
If you haven't been spelunking, I think you ought to go.
Cave crawling is an adventure that's not for everyone,
Some think it's rather nasty, I think it's rather fun!
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