Mud in my boots
On a Thursday mornin’;
Followed the tracks left by Morpho Man.
Cool Hand Lee’s tracks seeming oddly,
Boots and cane and plastic bag

Hydro Yoda callin’, “Melanie,
What have you found in the wells in sand?”
Dr. Dennis was reading leaves
Gleaning bits o’ Mother Nature’s plan.

Four who saw and knew and shared it.
Wrote it down for the doubting clan.
But, the leaders panned,
And, the fans were banned
No one cried for the drying land.

Now, the wetland’s gone,
That day’s just a memory;
But, four had left their tracks on land.
I followed those tracks and pondered fondly,
The tracks on the sand from the broken dam…

Marjan Farzaad 3/23/1995