I want to see the land through this stone
I want to see with true–sight
Underneath my eyelids
Can you speak me the curves of that hill?
The colours of that breeze?
Everything between the spectrum?
Can you paint me the songs in that flame?
The hidden water lines?
Everything heard and felt?
The land can teach these placenames
Sing the songs
Paint the pictures
Write the poems
The land can speak
And I can listen.
by Oliver Hunter
Art by Edward Robert Hughes, circa 1895