I know a place with perfect views <br />(great snowy peaks above green hills) , <br />where deer run wild and streams are clear, <br />the way they should be everywhere. <br /> <br />The paths are steep to reach that place, <br />so hunters rarely go there. <br />It's sheltered from the human race - <br />a privilege few places share. <br /> <br />No roads, no cars, no gates, no signs, <br />it's hardly touched by man's rough hands, <br />and hawks and eagles grace the skies, <br />the way they should do everywhere. <br /> <br />The turf is soft and green and moist. <br />The rocks are smooth and white and clean. <br />That place is just as fine today <br />as our whole world may once have been. <br /> <br />It's a patch of unspoilt nature left <br />from what was once a balanced Earth, <br />before men spread and spread and spread, <br />the way we're doing everywhere.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-i-know/
