A Changing Land

I need the smell of country air.
The fading away of quiet despair
that only the land can give…
I need to tell of open space
that you are the last
of an earth bound race.
Time and man will take you away
and there will be nothing
as we know today.
Dare,
dare I tell you of this place,
of rocks and hills, hopes and dreams
of wind and rain, and wilder still?
Empty spaces in the heart
and mind,
that only my truth could fill.