This Land Is My Land
This Land Is My Land
By Elton Camp
The chief in wisdom sits in his ancestral home
There he will stay. Never more will he roam
From the forest his sturdy house he has hewn
With all of nature in the most harmonious tune
In his native tongue he speaks and writes well
Of the buffalo, deer. and open sky he does tell
The tawdry things of the earth all pass him by
To follow the outside world he doesn’t even try
TV, computers and Internet are nothing in his eyes
He expertly reads coming weather from the skies
From the herbs of the field he finds needed cure
To a modern doctor he never has to draw near
Even Social Security the chief doesn’t need
For nature fills his wants without any greed
He is surrounded by children and loving wife
And has everything he needs or wants in life
But it was today I was surprised to hear him say
“Son, drive the Beamer to Wal Mart right away.”
“This cheap junk I sell to tourists has run out
They will have more at a good price, no doubt.”
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