Heart of a Resistant Land

It is windy tonight,
as the fiery sun sinks into
the western mountains.
Stars flood the heavens deep.
The ancient desert is strong!
The voice of the mountain
wails through the trees,
singing with the streams of
yellow grasses and sage.
The basin below
is cold and dusty.

The mountain sings all night
wailing through the ancient forest.
The Coyotes prance their midnight hills
echoing their freedom tonight,
yipping and howling
in the heart of this resistant land.
Nothing can be taken!
Nothing is controlled.
Nothing can rob the
soul of the wild.

Nathan Cowlishaw

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