The Spoonbill Generator

Dome Settling Dimly

A thousand years and each one gone [P]

Long ere we sense its dawning [Roland]

Did duckling really turn to swan? [TG]

Was oak but acorn spawning? [Roland]

Father Time has no solution [TG]

Mother Earth remains perplexed [Roland]

Let us hie to Isles Aleutian [TG]

There to see what happens next [Roland]

A thousand years, brand new, to come [TG]

All gleaming with potential [Roland]

Will senses overload to numb? [TG]

Should we be reverential? [P]

When Father Thames is set ablaze [Roland]

Can water ever quench it? [TG]

Can Mother Wit assuage our days [Roland]

Or inculcate new friendship? [TG]

Contributors: P, Roland, TG.
Poem finished: 4th January 2000.