Rumbling In The Ground
What is that sound??
A low pitched rumble in the ground.
It can go on for hours.
Then it stops. I was ready to holler.
In a day, or a week, or so, it starts again.
When in the hell did all this begin?
We have to search. Find the source.
Search day and night. Grab a torch.
It is heard for miles around.
It’s even heard way out of town.
We have to get to the bottom of this.
This noise is breaking my sanity to bits.
It could be coming from underground.
But, there’s no entrance I have found.
There is one place we haven’t looked.
In the old abandoned mine by the brook.
Let’s go there and check it out.
We’ll go by the shortest route.
There it is, right up ahead.
That sound is louder in my head.
Slowly, we creped into the abandoned mine.
I was sure we were in the right place this time.
Light was coming from just up ahead.
What we saw made my feet feel like lead.
An ogre was sitting at a spinning wheel.
The spinning wheel was making the squeal.
He was spinning straw into gold.
Throwing away any straw with mold.
He had piles of gold stacked all around.
The noisy rumble was felt deep in the ground.
We took off running like bats out of hell.
We had to find someone to tell.
Then, we realized no one would believe.
It was just a story we conceived.
We kept it all to ourselves.
Maybe, if we were elves,
we could sneak back and steal some gold.
That would be wrong, I’ve been told.
An ogre and his gold is best left alone.
Just suffer the noise, though it makes you moan.
——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)