Here is a land where life is written in Water 
 the West is where the Water was and is
 Father and Son of old Mother and Daughter
 Following Rivers up immensities
 Of Range and Desert thirsting the Sundown    
 ever
 Crossing a hill to climb a hill still Drier
 Naming tonight a City by some River
 A different Name from last night's camping 
 Fire.

 Look to the Green within the Mountain cup
 Look to the Prairie parched for Water lack
 Look to the Sun that pulls the Oceans up
 Look to the Cloud that gives the oceans back
 Look to your Heart and may your Wisdom 
 grow
 To power of Lightning and to peace of Snow.

              Thomas Hornsby Ferril

Men shall behold the Water in the Sky
And count the Seasons by the living Grasses.

Then Shall the River-namers track the Sunset
Singing the long song to the Shining Mountains.

Here shall the melting Snows renew the Oxen
here Firewood is and here shall men build Cities.

Water shall sluice the Gold yellow as leaves
That fall from Silver Trees on silent Hills.

And Men shall fashion Glaciers into Greenness
and harvest April rivers in the Autumn.

Deep in the Earth where roots of Willows drank
shall Aqueducts be laid to nourish Cities.

Water the lightning gave shall give back lightning
and Men shall store the lightning for their use.

Beyond the Sundown is tomorrow's Wisdom
Today is going to be long long ago.