THE LAND BEFORE ME


I look out over the plains
Seeing the mountains in the distance
Rising to the sky
Covered in snow, white and tall

As far as the world
North to south
Mile after long mile
Never ending in the stream of land

The plains stretch like a lake
Grass flowing in the wind
Waves of long blades
Peaceful in their existence

Quiet music of the breeze
Many men and women have traveled
Here throughout time
The hills speak silently of their history

I walk upon the footsteps of all who came before
Not knowing their thoughts
Or trials, what hunger they may have felt
We share the knowledge of the beauty of the land before me

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001