| A Knight of The West He was seen just winding along a depthened valley vast where many years gone past I'm told ice and water made this path But now the bison, elk, and deer from ancestors of their past roam the wooded grassy plain alas I see their demise forcast Encroaching factories, autos and such campers, bikes and more have swallowed up a land so rich in this country shore to shore A selfish lot, our Country is no heed to our inviroment but still a land not born free we fought for our retirement Nations, Countries with whom we've fought now share frienship, help each other some tyrants, exploiters, Kings, and Lords now build to make each better The natives here are most all gone small lots do still remain some desolate struggling to survive on barren worthless terrain A sorry bunch, Americans were for years and years to come now look back with deep regret at what our Countries done Yet still of all the nations known where most have liberties taken this our land we still be proud and shall not be forsaken Everyday, we live and learn are kind with more respect letting more and more outsiders in as we all were, I guess We're colors hewed of many shades of backgrounds wide and varried beliefs, ways, laws, and sect a burden to us not carried If each of us would bend and stoop if only a piece of paper discarded trash and waste and put in a container This would be a start for all to bring back all the beauty this world once had when God stepped in and created all our unity We'll never have the world again as our fathers once entended but just a bit here and there would help to get it mended So to all my friends and foes alike lend all a helping hand a little here a little there will re-shape this great land <o.o> The Masked Writer (C)2001 T Lovett |