The Hinterland


Tamarac and jack pine stand,
Guardians of the hinterland,
Where only the wild ones do survive,
With endless places to hunt and hide
'Tis fur and feathers that linger here
From mighty moose to gentle deer:
Ptarmigan and great gray owl,
Those who bark and grunt or howl
A pristine land of forest and stream,
A refuge yet, by man, unseen
The final frontier of rock and stone,
The Alamo of the feral home
The only place left for them to flee,
The only spot left for them to be
Man has pushed them to the ledge,
Their existence teeters on the edge,
For if mankind gives the final shove,
As our heavenly Father watches from above,
The lives He created by His own grace
Will be forever gone from their earthly place
The grunts and howls forever stilled
By an act of man--not God's own will

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