- I
spent my summer vacation
- in the coconino
county jail;
- I just wanted
to save the canyon
- and I knew I
couldn’t post the bail.
-
- but all my
friends were there with me
- and we showed
our solidarity;
- they didn’t
know what to make of us
- and now we’re
all walking free.
-
- we’re walking
and driving away from
- that Arizona
county line,
- we’re heading
out into the wilderness
- and I know
we’re gonna feel just fine.
-
- a few hours
breathing the air there,
- a few hours
beneath the trees,
- a couple of
days in that red rock place
- is gonna make
us feel at ease.
-
- I spent my
summer vacation
- in the coconino
county jail,
- and I’ll do
it again (don’t ask me when)
- but now I’m
heading on down the trail.
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- Dennis
Fritzinger
- from "Earth First! Campfire Poems"
- Edited by Denis Fritzinger, Karen
Coulter & Dwight Metzger
- feral press 1998.
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- When the full
moon rose
- the three of us
were
- half-way up the
steep side
- of Balsam
Mountain.
- No flashlights,
talking
- to keep our
nerve up
- of what meant
most to us,
- we climbed
single file hard
- uphill through
virgin
- hemlock
forests, the breath
- burning in our
throats.
- Resting, we
fell silent
- and heard how
the mountain
- sings at night,
how the falling
- stream cut
below the high path
- struck music
from the rocks.
-
- Michael
Perkins
- from "Earth First! Campfire Poems"
- Edited by Denis Fritzinger, Karen
Coulter & Dwight Metzger
- feral press 1998.
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