Land of the free, grave of the grave
monument holding the brave of the brave
each to be one, all to be all
each that one is, let us not fall
oft to be belted pure to be spread
over the seas the storms & the beds
bunting & Europe let us be free
each to be itching dying to dance
sitting at cocktails, eating a cherry
listening to fireworks, beer & sherry
melons & ice cream anyone dreams
out of the rocker into the soccer
baseball, houseplants, raining on leaves
voices like fountains rising next door.
Energy shortage, land will solve all
with some help from the trapdoor sun
if he come out she shine over all
come on America let’s have a ball!
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico
I wrote this in the year Jimmy Carter became President and declared we had to do something about our oil consumption and massive energy problems . . . & put our emphasis on solar, promoting less invasive energies . . . even I was hopeful then, especially with the White House installing solar panels which Robber Baron Reagan ripped off when he became President . . . and through subterfuge freed the hostages putting a calculated end to the hostage crises that sullied Carter’s Presidency . . .
I read this poem numerous times at 4th of July Firehouse (the Old Firehouse) parties and other celebratory events . . .
love to all and happy 4th! and may rain come your way if you are in dire need, as we are in New Mexico . . .