Foraging       Spanish Foraging (Buscando) I'm still out here scouring The dark corners For your right to live. We got together to build a shelter In the storm, now our shelter Is the storm. We have forgotten or maybe never knew The petal on the wind, from the root in the soil The profit from our labor, From the leisure in our day. But our not knowing only means we lost it, Forgot it, or never knew It doesn't mean, it is not there. I'm still out here, Scouring the dark corners, For our right to live. © 2004 Glen River Publications ~ all rights reserved