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Shiloh Battlefield
Written by Stewart Acuff There’s a buck and six does Grazing in the meadow next to the woods On this Shiloh Battlefield They’re about a hundred yards away But three of the does took notice So I retreated to lean
And for the rich, all they want.
Written by Stewart Acuff Republicans debate the meaning of rape While blaming Obama for crises they create They throw the rock of racism Wrapping it in the rhetoric of policy But policy for what? Destroying Medicaid and healthcare, slowly starving
Filled by The Spirit
Written by Stewart Acuff Have you ever been filled up? Not with the food we sup Or water or whiskey Not with all that rightly makes us angry But filled up In your spirit and your soul Filled by The Spirit The
Celebrating Woody Guthrie
Went to a Laborfest last night celebrating Woody Guthrie The union folks and progressives and great musicians put it on. We all got lifted up by Woody’s love of love. He fought the fascists and for the
Hot day in Philly
Hot day in Philly. Walkin’ in the woods, drippin’ as we go Dog in the creek You stay in that cool part of my heart Where I retreat to the cool And to you. Hot day in Philly. Walkin’ in the
The Old Growth Tree and Democracy
With roots deeper and broader unseen Than the huge beauty we see The old growth tree Made beautiful by the Struggle through time, trouble, storms, sickness and disease So it is with our democracy The storm surges today against The beauty
Three Old Growth Trees
Three old growth trees Two huge towering tulip poplars One ancient maple made beautiful by the Struggle through time, trouble, storms, sickness Its thick trunk, perfect in its imperfections Sheared by storms, gnarled with heavy knobs The maple almost as
Reelfoot Lake
The sun is warm, not hot On this July day made for kids and water All is right, kids talkin’ over each other Even the swimming can’t burn up their juice On these days, summer is good Like it
A Dream
I dreamed last night. Seemed like all night. Old Tom Paine with his English accent came by Then Sam Adams: “What did you let them do with all those ideas and all that blood shed birthing this
Warm summer night
Written by Stewart Acuff Warm summer night Gentle breezes Blowing softly from the East Is she caressing me with that breeze Could that be a touch on my arm, A gentle kiss on the back of my neck? Could that warm
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