Poetry Prose and Other Words
by Ken Ingham
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(after Peg Millett's album Gentle Warrior)
Your music
Makes me long for wildhood
Swamps ponds lakes and woods
Tangled fencerows separating pastures
From rotating crops
And smelly summer fallow
I love walking up hill
Perhaps my mother sang like that
While she carried me
All the way to term
But never remarried
Then taught me how to harmonize
To part my hair this way
And play these riffs
While you take breaths
Between the lines
Of your Forever Wild
Oh lady of deep ecology
unquavering essence of Earth First!
keep on singing, uncomprimising
in defense of Mother Earth.
Aweeya!
Aweeya!
Aweeya!