In An Argentinean Plain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In an Argentinean plain
In Patagonia saw I
Old bearded Prometheus
Amidst that beauty of the wild
Those arcane stones of
Periods geological
Not just of centuries
And the high winds
That over the plains swept
From the echoing distant of
The Ocean roar:
There was a night-moon
That was beginning
To shine as on a British moor
But here there was rock
Just rock all way the eye
Took.
And here the wind neighed
Its own sad tune heart-broken
Particular
Its distinct accent and its
Trademark seal, it sung.
Roamed listless and
Without direction the
Old and bearded man
Now half bent in the
Winds of the wild beauties
Raw be beautiful though
Raw be wild.
And
Thus
In an Argentinean plain
In Patagonia saw I
Old bearded Prometheus
Amidst that beauty of the wild