Distance I've felt miles I've known years
Be it "paradise" awash with pretense
Though rich canopies persist or "basin"
A great river's meander
Though long since gone
Births persistence
I can't compare merits shared
Whether basement or hilltop bus stop or wetland
I am glad to have found you
"That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics. That land yields a cultural harvest is a fact long known, but latterly often forgotten."¹