The Weirdos At The River.... - Poem by mike ruthenbeck
So sing me a song that will make me dance!
For a moment, remind me of good things
Please, let down your guard, and drop your lance
Just listen to how the whole forest sings.
See how the ducks all take turns underneath
One after the other show their bottom
On showing by now your sword must be sheath'd
So many ducks, of all, I cant spot 'em!
See the geese, on the bank o'er the river?
Sitting together, comfortably silent...
I see by now you are dropping your quiver,
The geese prove there's no need to be violent!
And there! See that splash! A carp just jumped out!
HA HA! I wonder why do they do that?
It must be like when a happy man shouts
And leaps from the chair from whence he had sat!
So sit on this log, it won't cost a dime
I'll show you these stones all covered in time
And see how the trees all dance in the wind!
Do you see them now begining to sprout?
The fire of peace now starts to rekin'd
It's time to remove your armor no doubt
Do you hear how the frogs are croaking?
The longer we sit, the more we will see
Please, sir, don't mind if I take to toking
You can even smoke half, please sir, on me
Now look up high there, just over the bend
Do you see the eagle sweeping in search?
Perspective to us, he'll eagerly lend
See his great nest past that small grove of birch?
Song of the river spurns my soul to dance,
Dude, what the f*ck? ! why'd you take of your pants?
The river reminds us of our being
That we are just part of the whole process
River, when one is frequently seeing,
Removes worry, and doubt, and then tosses
The being into a more rhythmic state
Reminds us to chide and try to have fun
Even the frogs I am using as bait
Wanted for more than their life to be done.
I am glad to see that you are smiling!
Truly the rivers intoxination
Coerces the mind into refiling
Life's one true ancient indoctrination.
So the song I have sung you, on this log,
I hope has brought you peace for a spell
Remember when even sick as a dog
The joys in life are worth going through hell
And singing this song of nature's great dance
Makes one even want to take of his pants
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