The Long Silver Wire
The Long Silver Wire
Long lines of silver wire
Glistening in the desert sun
Razor sharp it taunts with its beauty
Beauty designed to be dangerous
It is strung to keep cattle safe
But it separates neighbors
Friends never talked since the wire arrived
It blocked off trails travelled over thousands of years
Ruining the fragile balance between man and nature
The land is divided
Torn apart it weeps in pain
Even the sky bleeds red in memory of the Earth’s loss
Yet, in its longing to be free again it remembers
Animals wandering free
Natives roaming the forests, fishing the rivers
Open skies hanging over and open wilderness
The white man came and fought over the land
Cutting it up into pieces to fit his need
The animals, the natives and the open skies are long gone
White men remained and the wire rusted away
But man built roads of concrete
And the open lands of the prairie never recovered
All because of a silver wire
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