The sundial sits on a piece of stone
Telling time all alone
Reads the sun as it moves round
With the shadows without a sound
It tells the time upon its face
Never wrong or out of place
Telling time with shadows cast
All alone as time goes past
It does not move it does not rock
A work of art that's nature's clock
William Worthless 2010
Thanks to Shelagh Lippay for sending this poem.
