Friday, December 12, 2008

Unblemished Nature

Steering my feet over rocks on the river
Guided by adrenaline through blackberries and branches
Though these aren't moccasins on my feet
My mind is drifting back in time

Back to a place where mine is yours and yours is mine
Where you didn't get fired if you weren't on time
Where you didn't turn your back on friends in need

And I jump the fallen trees
Ducking overhanging evergreens a hundred years old
Crude sticks and stones turn precious soil
My mind is drifting back in time

Back to a place where mine is yours and yours is mine
Where unblemished hillsides fill my hearts desire
Where currency was salt and seed

Wandering out into the meadow by the pond
From fire red dragonflies to rainbow trout
Colors and scents disguise the millions from death
My mind is drifting back in time

Back to a place where mine is yours and yours is mine
Where nature's justice eliminated crime
Where there wasn't such thing as greed

Let your mind drift back in time

by Royce Waxenfelter
9/18/90

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