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"Abode - a poem"
January, 31, 1999
Bundled against the morning cold
I tread last nights new fallen snow
A guest within this wooded land
A fragile part of God's great plan
Sleeping giants sway in the wind
Slumber's lovers until Winters end
Etched boot prints tell a tale
Of the one before me this way sailed
These silent woods so full of wonder
Springtime's promise held asunder
Who are you that took the time
To stride these woods I thought just mine?
And how blind I think you must be
For more than boot prints you left for me
Discarded trappings of a modern world
Lay scattered round marring winters pearl
I wonder how ruined your abode must be
If trash is your gift to the God's that be
In this winter land held in check
Until springtime's growth hides your wreck
I bend and retrieve the garbage you left
And pocket it for my home bound quest
And I wonder about the woods that be
Where there be no you and there be no me
For in those woods held in crystal time
God's creatures worry not that they will find
The mindless leavings of mortal man
To mar the world with a tyrant's hand
For my brother do you not see
We are not rulers but stewards we
Meant not to concur this great wild
But rather cherish it like our child
And protect the world that is home to us
Before is discards us and makes us dust
Let arrogance not be your scale
'Cause with or without us this world will prevail
Melana Hiatt