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Poetry Prose and Other Wordsby Ken Inghamhome
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Cappela Gold (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!
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