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Douglas L. Simmons
Copyright © 2005 by Douglas L. Simmons
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Just Sittin'
I'm just sittin' around
thinkin' about, thinkin' about
the good that is fallen down;
Yea, in every town.
Wonderin' how're we gonna have any fun
in the sun
when it's gone.
And we are standing alone
where the sun has shown,
the grass has grown,
and the trees have blown in the breeze.
And if you cover the leaves
with your disease,
in the grime and the slime,
then it's a crime
because they're dyin'.
And you're lying to yourself
thinking you'll be drinking
any water that is sprinkling
on the lawn that you're
mowin' to the ground.
Pesticides in your hide and your eyes.
Why can't you decide and realize
there'll be no hiding
from the face of the bedrock that's dead,
that is fled to the safety of waiting.
Uncaring, unhating, unabating.
Unliving, and giving no love,
or beauty, or duty
to giving of life;
or even the right time to die.
Green was the color of nature.
Green is the color of stature,
Green is the color of laughter
when you're looking after
the fact of the act,
and the pact that was never made
in the shade of the glade.
That was home and is gone.
Doug L.
May 8, 1974
Mainz, Germany
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