No Man's Land
As I walk familiar sands and hear the watchers sing,
I realize that no man’s land encircles everything.
Footprints are erased by tides tossed forth by angry seas;
Villagers who there reside try hard the gods to please.
They may choose to wander forth and try to cross the sands,
But not a one has proved his worth in crossing no man’s land.
The ground is strewn with bones of those who tried to make a stand
But found when all was said and done they’re claimed by no man’s land.
Barbara Selby
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