It is not,
MY Land,
it is not YOUR Land.
It is Nature's Land.
She was Here First.
She Created it.
She Will be Here,
Long After you,
I,
and God,
are Gone.
We,
are,
but Short Term,
VISITORS.
Mother Nature Owes us Nothing.
She has Already Given,
Much More;
Than we Deserve.
From the frozen Arctic tundra.
Not waste lands,
for this is quite arguably the most productive land on earth,
to the near tropical environ of Vancouver and Southern Ontario.
We are not part of Usa.
Who, or what, could ask for anything more?
But always remember;
"Taint yours, and taint mine.
But always remember;
"Taint yours, and taint mine.
The Higher Kinship
Life is too grim with anxious, eating care
To cherish what is best. Our souls are scarred
By daily agonies, and our conscience marred
By petty tyrannies that waste and wear.
Why is this human fate so hard to bear?
Could we but live with hill-lakes silver-starred,
Or where the eternal silence leaneth toward
The awful front of nature, waste and bare:
Then might we, brothers to the lofty thought
And inward self-communion of her dream,
Into that closer kin with love be brought,
Where mighty hills and woods and waters, wan,
Moon-paved at midnight or godlike at dawn,
Hold all earth's aspirations in their gleam.
©Al (Alex, Alexander) D. Girvan. All rights reserved.
©Al (Alex, Alexander) D. Girvan. All rights reserved.
