Back To The Garden (after Joni Mitchell)
The child of God had left the road
and formed a band within the farm,
encouraged souls to tie their sails
to stars in search of truth.
But when the message lost its way
and purpose morphed into a brand,
the truth was swapped for corporate dust
and gold became the god.
And bombers flew the routes they knew
and butterflies grew ever scarce
and as for carbon, over years,
the debt was never paid.
No search for gardens free of smog.
The cogs had seized and rusted up.
I lost the part that life had taught
through dance and lines of songs.
The pages turned and buried deep
those aspects from a greener time,
until the sound of Kendal’s call
brought Eden’s ghost awake.
The spirit of Max Yasgur’s farm
now haunts the fields at Lowther Park,
when Devil’s bargain, caught and bought,
defers for just four days.
So now we dance and sing as one
and laugh and love in sun or rain.
It’s all been heard but that’s alright;
the garden grows again.
Picture Credit: Chic Chicas (wikicommons)
Poem inspired by the song Woodstock written by Joni Mitchell