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I SIT, I WATCH, I THINK
ŠTOM WYOMING


I sit here on a hill and look
Out on the prairie below, and
Think of how it was many years ago.
First there were the dinosaurs,
Then some sort of caveman,
Followed by the American Indians,
Then the myriad of settlers
Swarming west, looking for a
Place to rest and their particular Xanadau!

Then I think of how
Each and all were portrayed,
Their stages of development
And how they started the big
Decline of most of the things we know.
For way back when all things
Were pristine and in such a natural
State, for they were just as God
Or whatever had designed them,
Then left them alone for their
Part as this old world began to grow.
Now the dinosaurs did pollute,
I want you to know,
They knocked down trees, and
Left bones strewn about,
Whee! what they did to ecology!
Then came the caveman bold
And in an untold number of generations,
Started the real degeneration of
All this land untold.
Gosh, they killed meat and
Learned about fire, lived in caves
And ate, and then they left a mess.
Oh yeah can't you see all the bones,
Ashes and feces they left behind.
Wow how could so few start such a mess?
But then across the plains and prairies
Bold rode the red men and oh gosh,
They even buried their dead
By putting them on altars and letting the sun
And wind whisk their sacred
Ancestors away.
But from what we can find and
What we have dug up,
It all shows, heck ecology was their middle
Name, even if they had to go.
Then came our late forefathers,
Really not so bold,
They clomped, they dumped
And made a mess,
All with just miles to go.
They gathered, they built,
They congregated, then
They just went, and left it!
All in a heap and moved
Over the hill, just to have somewhere
Else to go.
Oh but let us not forget
All the modern miracles that were
Found, and how it helped out
And made us grow.
But then oh man, they caused
Pollution and damaged the
Environment, but now we
Cuss and scream at them
The ones all dead and gone
So now what do we do?
We halt a lot of
So called progress,
In order to save the spotted owl,
The black tailed prairie dog, the
Prebble jumping mouse and
The most famous of all
The snail darter, which started
It all, all in the name of progress.

(TOMWYO, 4 Oct 99)








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