Along this path, all history
Has moved , sometimes spasmodically,
A restless, seeking caravan
Of life that fills the timeless span
From the earliest conscious slime to me.
But Adam, sprinting, quite outran
His cousin, the orang-utan,
And now disowns his kin that flee
Along this path.
We each hang on his family tree
What shows us advantageously:
I skip the horsethieves in my clan,
But own that animals and man
Are one, AS FAR AS I CAN SEE
Along this path!
by Ray Romine Friday, December 15, 1944
