Greetings from the Land of Enchantment: The Wild

Monday, December 28, 2009

The Wild

The Wild--a poem

There 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

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

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