Of heroes, I have known a few;
the ones who stood where tall trees grew.
The quiet ones there for us all;
the ones who stood where those trees fall.
Forgotten heroes full of care;
the ones who stood – were always there.
The ones you knew would have your back;
heroes who walked an unknown track.
They knew the trees, they knew the trail
to get past Blue Fairies – not to jail.
Where are they now, those heroes strong?
Held in esteem where they belong?
Or forgotten heroes of our past;
into dark shadows they’ve been cast.
The ‘Movement’s’ moved – it’s grown anew;
old heroes fade like morning dew.
So few remember glorious deeds;
they heard the call, they saw the needs.
They stood for Gaia to the end;
a message to the world they’d send.
They asked no favour, took no pay,
slept in no bed at end of day.
With victories won and forests lost,
they held the line and paid the cost.
Warriors of forgotten wars,
they stood their ground, defied the laws.
Discarded now like shadows cast;
forgotten heroes, forgotten past.