The Legacy 1974-75

Somewhere there is a field for me and my Beloved

There are many strange rumors of despair in the land
Yet many of us preserve our hope
And dream always of returning to the Land
And to Thee

Many advise that life lies
Within four walls,
Confined to desk or counter or bench or cot
I run to the cornfields
To the ravines
Where the rivers pour life down the mountains
Between great mossy slabs of stone
Where the sun trickles down through the saplings
And dapples the fern floor
Where the pines sway
And send their subtle voices rushing through the forest.

A different creature we are
We who linger over the land
Different than those who attach themselves
With painstaking care
To their own made symbols of success

I am alien there...
Bred and raised a captive in that Metropolis
Little by little, the legacy has crept back into my soul.
Soon it will be revealed, and I shall regain my ancient birthright
I will husband the Land

And Thou
Thou wilt husband me.