Sacred ground for friend J.T Ellison

Between green banks where flowers grow.
Swift silver streams serenely flow.
There’s no sign of pollution here
their waters flowing crystal clear.

A scene worthy of paradise
that’s guaranteed to please the eyes
of anyone invited to
come and spend an hour or two.

Here birds and beast find sanctuary
to live as they should, naturally.
Safe from all human predators.
Still prey and preyed upon of course.

Each creature has an equal chance
maintaining constant vigilance
. Some have to die so others live
only the fittest will survive.

Although this land belongs to me
I wield no real authority.
I’m subject to the self same laws
which nature can and does enforce.

The duty she has laid on me
is to maintain the secrecy
of where this peaceful haven lies
and I agree I think it wise.

7-Mar-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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