Theirs To Keep
For a thousand years, or really more,
We placed hoof and paw upon your shore.
Dance of lights, call of bird,
A wolf’s long howl I’ve often heard.
Rush of current, drip of spring,
Thrushes, first, bravely sing.
Four a.m.
- A bright, new dawn -
This year’s first, newborn, fawn.
Life you’ve cradled in your hands -
That’s what brought us to these lands.
Forest dark, and thick, and deep;
Ours to take,
Or theirs to keep?
“It’s for the greater good,” they say;
‘Twill keep us warm and bright,
On a cold, dark, winter’s day.
But how many valleys must we drown
To light the lights in Vegas town?
Trivialities, indeed:
Why flood a valley for lust and greed?
As humans, do we know what’s best -
To take them all,
Or leave the rest?
Slough of bank on silty shore,
This curse was on us twice before.
The meetings long, and dry, and bland -
They think they’ll flood our precious land.
Their smiling mouths are full of lies,
But who’s to pay, when our valley dies?
Moose and houses, yes, may drown,
But they’ll be somewhere else -
Another town.
© Andrew Blaney – Nov. 2008
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