In Search of the Lost Future.
|Twenty-six enjoys the wilderness,
Which was, until quite recently, our home.
Even now, with craft, we can survive,
Needing nothing more to stay alive,
Though there is not much wilderness to roam.
Yet what there is, is touched by holiness.
So we live in towns in deep distress,
Instinctively at odds with all we've known,
Xerophytes pure waters would revive.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon