Aug. 12, 2011
They tell me winter furious and fierce With icy hands tore from the earth all warmth. The song-birds huddled frozen on the boughs And wind and sleet disrobed the stately trees. Many died who could not bear the blast That whipped and snarled across the frigid fields. Cold was the world and barren lay the land Praying for the warming rays of Spring. I saw the devastation and the death While walking on the stiff and crackling sod, The lake lay sleeping in the morning's chill Treacherous the rods with silver sleet Shining as the pale sun arose Facing the wrath of a force gone awry. Now the season of new birth begins The soaring hawk high above me calls Her greeting when I wake to greet the day. Will Nature be compassionate and save This most unconscious animal called man Whose devastation on a greater scale Has called from Nature's bowels her reply. Knowing nought but greed and power-lust Our very future in the balance lies. Wake, O man, hear the trumpets sound, The hour is here, imperative the choice.
Poems Undated (1727)
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