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When I was a boy I’d hike through the woods
that were living out back of my neighborhood.
I’d go down to the stream and catch a trout
and marvel at nature that was all about.
When I got thirsty I’d go to this  pool
and drink the water so clean and cool.
One day I went back there to get a taste
and it was polluted with industrial waste.

Chorus: This is my planet and  this is my earth
this is the trust I was given at birth.
All of the water, the earth and the air,  
is in my custody, is in my care.
When I was a young man I went off to war
to kill my brothers on a foreign shore.
I didn’t hate them, don’t know if they hated me...
(we were doing the business of the powers that be.)
We fought in a jungle that was lush and green,
made by God and so serene—
but it was where the enemy would hide 
so we killed it too with an herbicide.

I became a consumer, used all that I could 
of the earth and ore, the water and wood. 
In the name of commerce, in the name of trade  
I plundered the earth like a renegade.  
The factories smoked till they hid the stars,
the rivers stank and the earth was scared.
I held my conscience, ripped up by the roots, 
there was sap on my hands and crud on my boots.  


My thoughts were like trash clogged in a drain
and regret ran thru me like an acid rain.
So I took a hike to the back my mind
when I was younger, in saner times. 
I dipped my mind back in my memory pool
where the waters ran so clean and cool.
I became, once again that wide-eyed child 
who had sworn his love for all natures wilds.

Copyright © John Wilowski | Year Posted 2017


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