Reflections

Far from urban chaos, plastic and Styrofoam The stream tumbles as it has for untold years Trout swim with joy in their pristine home Clear water, falling from those virgin tears This is the land of Hiawatha, with mountains grand The deltas of the Nile; home of desert nomads free The place of whales, the wonder of Van Dieman's land Lands that twist and turn and bring forth poetry Yet, reflected in the blue that seeps between our fingers We see the utter magnificence that man has wrought Wonders that leave us with an awe that lingers Conquering many secrets that for so long we sought Sip the water once again ; in its taste rejoice And remember, we are tomorrow's only voice For Carolyn's contest.