This Land Is My Land

I was astonished at the chief's words.

This Land Is My Land

 

By Elton Camp

 

The chief in wisdom sits in his ancestral home

There he will stay. Never more will he roam

 

From the forest his sturdy house he has hewn

With all of nature in the most harmonious tune

 

In his native tongue he speaks and writes well

Of the buffalo, deer. and open sky he does tell

 

The tawdry things of the earth all pass him by

To follow the outside world he doesn’t even try

 

TV, computers and Internet are nothing in his eyes

He expertly reads coming weather from the skies

 

From the herbs of the field he finds needed cure

To a modern doctor he never has to draw near

 

Even Social Security the chief doesn’t need

For nature fills his wants without any greed

 

He is surrounded by children and loving wife

And has everything he needs or wants in life

 

But it was today I was surprised to hear him say

“Son, drive the Beamer to Wal Mart right away.”

 

“For this cheap thing has completely worn out

They will have more at a good price, no doubt.”