by Blake Reher and his mother Susan Freeman
Blake ‘s concern
I am done.
I am tired of collecting all day,
The specimen’s I think are OK.
That my mom throws out anyway.
She throws them outside, and there they hide.
Mom’s comeback
Rocks originate outside, they have lived since the
Western’s Interior Seaway’s rolling tides.
My son’s devotion are insects embedded in time
I get it – Fossils are identified as specimens.
Throw them out will bring bad omens.
As I was sorting out my son’s room
Aka a sedimentary site
I missed the imprint of a very small trilobite
In our yard this beetle took flight.
Now – I need to make this right
I don’t want to fight.
What we need to dispel this gloom
Is a serious plan to add more room.