Wayfarer
To the
Ye who pass by and would raise your
hand against me, harken ere you harm me.
lam the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights,
the friendly shade screening you from the summer
sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts
quenching your thirst as you journey on.
Tam the beam that holds your house, the board
of your table, the bed on which you lie, and
the timber that builds your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your
homestead, the wood of your cradle,and
the shell of your coffin.
lam the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty
Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer.
"Harm me not"
THE DEPARTMENT OF CONSERVATION OF MICHIGA
