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.”