~Wednesday, March 02, 2005

By Jon Owens

Not skin or bone,
But wood and stone,
The Earth's most patient charge,

Nor muscles weak,
But Nature's sleek
Could serve as tool and targe

'Gainst those of man,
Who, strong of hand,
And dark of heart would rule,

Who would Earth churn,
And burden turn
Upon the baited mule.

Should She find rhyme,
Or reason, time,
Man's future will be bleak,

For nature's might,
Shan't only slight
Or wear defenses meek,

And those at large
After the charge
Will live to join the clan

Of heartless, cruel,
And fateless fools
Who tried to tame the land.