Poet, soldier, miner, builder, farmer and lover view the same scene.

There is no better spot on earth for this:                 

to tend our love with tempting sounds and rhyme;

to leave this place untouched would be remiss.

A soldier I. When bullets crack and hiss

I’ll dig a bunker here in double time;

there is no better spot on earth for this.

I am a miner. Life is far from bliss;

I render up the metal, slag and slime;

to leave this place untouched would be remiss.

         

I like to build; my tall creations kiss

the topmost clouds; here they shall higher climb;

there is no better spot on earth for this. 

I’d spread the scene with horse manure and piss;

then sow with liquid chemicals and lime;

to leave this place untouched would be remiss.

I was a lover once, I reminisce,

we lay together here in summertime;

there is no better spot on earth for this 

to leave this place untouched would be remiss.