It's a Moon Shadow kind of Bloggy Day

It was a poetry contest she was to enter ... her first ever The poem was to be an original .. one "warning about the precarious state of the environment" and "the gravity of the vulnerable situaiton we are facing". So she had some rules, some guidelines, some restrictions she had to abide by And then she found she couldn't hold her breath . . . for six months . . . waiting to exhale Without further ado, here is the Poem: “ beneath our feet ” Words fail I fail