golden globe


years ago, people spoke
of women and men who waded green marsh
crashed far thicket
crunched deep snow
and came back to sing
a girl and boy who crossed a mountain pass
to terror
that followed them back
which their people fought
and absorbed

today we live with loss of water
parched land
seas of plastic
and nations in two
we still need to travel
to find hope
you are our storytellers