John S. Garrison
“His” land was meant for many things,
for trees and flowers, and signs of spring.
“His” land was meant for so much more,
than fear of guns and needless war.
When I see a field and stream,
I love to stop, to think and dream;
to think of what “His” land must know,
but cannot tell its friend or foe.
“His” land was here before all men,
and still will be here after them.
For only “God” can name that day
when all “His” land will fade away.
©Copyright 1965 by John S. Garrison