A poem about conservation.


By Fletcher Williams

The darkness of shadow-like wolves
Darting across the night like
Black bullets, and the moon
Shimmering like a sphere of glowing mass.
Let us save lush grass, green as green
Can be, but, best of all,
Imagination flowing with joy, aha,
Images it is composed of, it is this
That is making the earth grow
With flavor and destination.