WINDMILL FARMS
How many will it take to keep this thing in the air
Category: Environment
WE ARE ALL MOSTLY WATER
WE ARE ALL MOSTLY WATER
It rains on the ocean too
and sometimes you cry in the shower
The water don’t care unless you love it
and can see in each drop
the seed of the snowflake resting
CHERNOBYL
CHERNOBYL
Nature breaking free of science
floats its angry cloud to Red Square
Science in self defense – seeds the clouds
A gentle rain falls with the deadly ash
No one is harmed, if you don’t count
trees and peasants
BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA
BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA
The red man mines his life for irony
while the white man tears the earth for iron
But treaties protect the sacred stones
as long as rivers flow and grass grow
Paper covers rock
in the Black Hills of Dakota
Gold in the Black Hills, end of treaty
Scissors cut paper
in the Black Hills of Dakota
But sacred stones outlive them all
Rock breaks scissors
in the Black Hills of Dakota
I AM A PELICAN
I AM A PELICAN
I have flown over the dinosaurs dying
through the ash of the meteors crashing
I have swam in the ice floes melting
I have eaten the first fish walking
I have felt the poles a shifting
in the magnets in my head
I have seen the white man and the red
I have seen the old wives dead
I have felt the pull of the settlers need
and tasted the poisons of their greed
I have heard the earth a groaning
I have felt the earth in pain
I have seen the Rainbow Warriors
dance the vision back again
And I fly and swim and wait
and pray they’re not too late
DODO BIRD
DODO BIRD
The Dodo bird used to live on
Mauritius island in the Indian Ocean
just a little bit east of the African coast
Being too big and dumb
to move fast, hide well, or taste bad
the Dodo did not survive human contact
Shortly after the Dodo became extinct
all the large beautiful trees on the island
seemed to be heading for extinction as well
You see the trees dropped their nuts
and the Dodo bird ate those nuts
and they digested those nuts
and fertilized those nuts
And they dropped those nuts
and only then could they germinate
and grow into those big beautiful trees
And those trees were the only homes
for hundreds of kinds of birds and bugs
and moss and a thousand living things
The world is a grain of sand you know
and sometimes the whole world can depend
on the shit of a Dodo
FROGS
FROGS
In my youth all the ponds and spring ditches
were alive with frogs in the millions
grasses waved with their leaping
night was loud with their song
Wise miners know well to listen
when canaries stopped singing
We block out the silence on the frogs
like we blocked out their songs
and we sleep
THE OLD BLUE PLANET / BLUE ROAN
THE OLD BLUE PLANET / BLUE ROAN
She’s been rode hard
and not put away yet
She’s got a bad scraped hide
from a long rough ride
She’s been secticided and pesticided
and damned sure blind sided
with more spray and dip and hot feed
than any then could stand or need
So think about loosenin that cinch a bit
and givin her a good long rest
and a deep drink of that old cool water
from the spring she likes the best
And stop that “Greenhorn” spurrin
whatever else you do
or you’re gonna have a good horse
dead under you