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Nomads of the fiends and sky Make their natural boundaries By constant use, whilst foraging, And forming family histories. Their lines are in thought alone And vary with the season, Small in winter, wide in spring, Ravenous off spring are the reason. Each elastic line of force Is honoured by travelling creature, No stealing here, no havoc wrought, When crossing this ephemeral feature. But place sticks upright, And plant thick hedge, Stretch barbed wire tight, Raise bricks with ledge, Conserve the freely given gifts For one alone to rule the land, Then instant rise those without, Form into angry marauding band. The earth and air Without frontiers should be, Each blade of grass, Each bush, each tree, Ours to tend, to treasure. No one to keep ln sole control, To parcel ground, ln perch or pole, It is for a11, our constant pleasure. |