Wide, open to
the horizon line and
Beyond, these
scenes I like, I am drawn to
What is
mountainous and vast, whatever is
Not yet tainted,
rather contamina-
ted, intoxicated
through the finger-
tips of man and
womankind, destroyers,
killers,
murderers of what you see here.
Buildings, are
they seen atop snow-capped tips?
Does concrete
drip, suffocate undergrowth?
Where land,
brown, green, is licked by the stretching
Water, are eyes
fixed upon shoreline built
Villas?
Disturbing, disgusting they sit,
Supported by
towering stilts, hearts sore.
Breath, steadily
stand, for here you don’t see
Sights that
tempt tears, call for cries, weep weary.
Here is given a
square, a slice, a piece,
A nibble, a
vision, beautiful, rather
Magnificent, untouchable,
sadly
Unfamiliar to a
clouded mind
Only clothed by windows
thirty stories.
Here, where a
sky blended of blues and whites,
Dark and light,
and a river twists, squirms,
Hugs isolated
corners, is heaven,
A snapshot of
God, the resurrecting
Homeland of the
faithful, the hopeful ones,
Those who led
and fought to see lands like this.
Welcome me I
pray, keep my soul in mind.
How I would love
to roam above, beyond
Rolling regions,
to splash, swim at the edge.
Before reaching,
my promise to you, to
Protect what is
precious, lands like this one.
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