Here too walked the natives of this land across the fields rich with game and grass.
Here too walked the natives of this land,
across the fields rich with game and grass.
They also saw the work of the Creator's hand
as they traveled up the trail and through the pass.
My eyes can see much of what they once saw
the splendor of treetops towering in the sky.
These lakes and rivers without a single flaw
blue skies filled with colorful birds which still fly.
I feel the roughness of the rocks under my feet
As I wander where once others explored before me.
There is a kinship as I am overwhelmed by summer's heat.
I am lost and found, trapped and yet I am set free.
Among the laurel and banks of green moss
I find a comfort and feel the endless delight.
A hundred thoughts, but for words I am at a loss
as I revel in the presence, of such a Holy sight.
Here too blood was shed and new life sprang
from the fallen ones which came before.
Where liberty was upheld and freedom rang
above the pine trees and the water's roar.