From Coins of Dawn [1], by C.T. Putnam
From matriarchal vision was their mission born,
these heroes bold and true.
Brave guardians of nature’s bounty,
neglect of mankind to undo.
They do it not for glory, nor fame or wealth untold;
but for the sense of wonder brought by a job well done.
They scale the heights of Kenai;
they march the Sonoran trails.
Their muscles ache with labor,
their young brows dark with sweat and sand.
Yet through their faith and passion,
hope returns to the land.
From matriarchal vision was their mission born…
neglect of mankind to undo.
