Shattered Landscape

2000

Look upon shattered scapes,
Through front room drapes,
Fenced off neighborhood,
Where sage once stood.

Fence upon fence line the street
As property line and boundary meet,
No room for the jack rabbits’ run,
Tops of roof block out the sun.

Coyote yelps now hardly heard,
Settlement progress is the word,
Not the open land it used to be,
Roads, car are what they see.

Stop, listen for what one hears,
Wild land, wetland, destruction fears.
Where will they go when all is gone?
Where will we go when they’re all gone?