The Wild
The Wild--a poemThere are cows in a field of snow
black and red angus to be exact
behind them lies a fallow apple orchard
in its neat, precise rows
the hand of man imprinted on the land
as I drive past my favorite
rock formation
there are pre-fab houses
everywhere
the hand of man imprinted on the land
One picturesque, one abomination
these are the polarities of man
364 days a year we bend the Earth
to our will
the hand of man imprinted on the land
but the wild
the wild is always there
one day, maybe more,
the land reminds us who owns it
no one
the arroyos swell and wash away
the stain
the fires burn and quench their thirst
with the tenderbox houses filled
with trinkets and trash
and the precious lives of men
the wild awakens in the brown bear
the mountain cougar
the lonely coyote
the Great Eagle watches
the hand of man cannot touch everything
it cannot touch the wild
man can only awaken it
within his own heart
posted by Sat Purkh Kaur Khalsa @ 7:58 AM
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