OVER THE HILL
 
 

Just what is it that seems to make us wonder

what lies beyond the place we live,

the town next door, the valley that follows,

across the river, the plain, the mountain

to the shore, the sea, far off distant lands.

The Nomad within wanting to know,

Wanderlust driving us to explore;

greener pastures, the love of adventure

ingrained, instilled from time immemorial.

Prominent adventurers and explorers

fill the pages of our history books

while others perhaps equally great

are unknown leaving no written trace for us.
 
 

Have we now been everywhere

is there nothing left to explore,

oh no, my friend far be it from that,

for one, there is man's inner world

of which our knowledge is still sparse;

the Solar System, our own Universe,

Worlds beyond, and beyond, and beyond

too many Worlds for even man to explore. 
 
 

Man will attempt to persevere

to ever be the Viking of his world,

his modern ships in space will sail

looking to see, what is once more

over that very next hill.
 
 

HERBERT HOLZBAUER

©  Fall 1997