An Ode to the Geological Map - Fruit Magazine Idea

I have done a lot of mapping and field trips with many people. I met people from Canada, the US, Paraguay, South Africa, Poland, Australia, France, India. I worked under many academics from a wide field and from many universities. In the spirit of the Moine field trip, I wrote mine own poem about the geological map:
A rainbow of colour runs across a map,
A weird concoction of symbols, plans and land,
With mighty faults criss-crossing with teeth,
A geological map is a mystery indeed.
Information gathered in the wind and rain,
Or under the blue sky, on wide sunny plains,
Dip direction and dip angle put together by compass,
With under the watchful eyes of characters of science!
The map of colour cracks open the Earth,
With Folds, Fossils, Lavas, Volcanoes on the wide turf,
All is a head-scratcher like Peach and Horne,
Yet it all boils down to the ideas of James Hutton.
All students, all teachers, all men hold it in awe,
The opener of deep secrets of the mysteries of terrains,
As precious to men of geology, as a casket of ale,
To us, a geological map is like uisge-beatha or fine champagne!

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