Found Poem

The north and the west are good hunting ground,but forbidden to go east.
Its forbidden to cross the great river and look upon the place that was the place of gods
these things are forbidden they have been forbidden since the beginning of time.
This is a very strong dream'',he said.'it may eat you up.
It is not true what some of the tales say.....
Within,there was a place of great riches.
were they happy?? What is happiness to the gods
there will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
and frogs in the pools singing at night,
and wild plum trees bin tremulous white
Robbins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire
and not one will know of the war,not one
Will care at last when its done.
Not one would mind,neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly
and spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
would scarcely know that we were gone.

McDougal Littell,The Languge Of Littature