The great Iroquoian river erodes
carving Ken-tah-ten
dividing this land of tomorrow
from land of native men.
North of the muddy ribbon
parasitic towns emerged
oh' only if tomorrow
had purged this festering scourge
And now the lights of winter cast
bleak shadows on our face
as we gaze o'er the river
and ponder wasted space
Glaciers past devoured, scoured
a once proud pristine land
but now our hope rides in rain drenched skies
to use what is close at hand
Oh river, oh river swell thee wide
depths deadly deep
quicken your current, reclaim your road
and from us Hoosiers keep.("Ken-tah-ten" is Iroquoian, translated as Land of Tomorrow)
Wednesday, February 10
From Us Hoosiers Keep!
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Hey, the girls and I are going over to Indiana tonight to see Grandma and to hear Kim play in a Christmas concert. It's such a pretty evening. Want to come?
heh heh.
These days, you can't heave a brick without hitting some poet or other. Nice work.
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