Those men build many houses: <br />They dig the earth, and they build; <br />They cut down the trees, and they build; <br />They work always - building. <br /> <br /> <br />From the elevation of the mountainside <br />I behold the clouds: <br />The clouds build many beautiful houses in the sky: <br />They build, and they tear down; <br />They build, and they dissolve. . . . <br /> <br />The cities of white men, <br />They are not beautiful like the cloud cities; <br />They are not vast, like the cloud cities. . . . <br /> <br /> <br />A wind-swept teepee <br />Is all the house I own. . .<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cities-of-white-men/
