A Poem for Humanity

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time if the droughts came,

and the corn died, the rain quit,

and the game animals left,

we just packed our simple villages

and moved to another place . . .

a place where the precious rain fell,

the rivers sweetly flowed,

and the corn grew tall again.

There was moving room for all.

But no longer.

We must therefore now carefully

– very carefully –

protect and conserve the water we have

for the future. For we know

we have only borrowed this sacred land

from our children.

– Doug Stewart

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