“From Thirty-Thousand Feet,” New Era, Aug. 1988, 28
From Thirty-Thousand Feet
From thirty thousand feet you see a lot—
The spray of the Niagara Falls,
The white caps of the Atlantic Ocean,
The bounds of Lake Ontario.
But farmers are not really farmers at all—
They are artist’s to the heavens above;
With their plows they draw pictures
For only the high risers to see.
And I am saddened to know that the sculptors
Of the past were never to see
The greatest work of all, the earth
From thirty thousand feet.
Photo by Ryon C. Bowler