Watchful and so vigilant
Land and space they own
Sacred to their vision
They sit upon earth's throne

Hear the winds are rustling
Spirits never far
Creatures of great bounty
Knows just where they are

Footsteps made through ages
The marks they plainly see
For every step of life they find
It brings forth treasuries

Time in life now moving
As gentle creatures roam
Finding all the glory
In sacredness of home.
Francine Pucillo©
August 19, 2003