Author John Ciardi An oyster that went to bed x-million years ago, tucked itself into a sand-bottom, yawned (so to speak), and woke a mile high in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. If I am not here for breakfast, geologize at will. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments