Our Klamath Basin
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A Child Comes Around
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My son was
educated well
He learned to
worship earth
He learned the
Lord did not exist, there was no Savior's birth.
His urban
college taught him
how to
challenge country mice
who had the
nerve to own their land, he'd learned that was a
vice.
He worked and
sued and
made his
fortune off the poor
who tilled the
fields and held the land, he'd show them to the
door.
His client was
the government
who wished to
take the right
and soil and
water from the folks who gave this country might.
His uncle lost
his job up north
the logging
mill closed down
the students
vanished from the schools, there's nothing left of
town.
And then his
father's farm was lost
to those who
wished to sue,
His father's
anguished pleas were tossed, my son had much to
do.
His thinking
quickly turned around
He saw he had
been wrong
He learned
that owning land exists to keep this country
strong.
His goal was
now to keep the rights
of landowners
intact
His love for
people now made up for what he once had lacked.
Now my fine
son's a congressman
He's learned
to love and live
Now fairness
to his fellow man is what he wants to give
And as for
God, it took awhile
to change his
point of view
But gazing at
his tiny son was when he finally knew.
This was written after
an Eagle Forum meeting during which a very tearful
mother spoke of her son who had chosen to work
with a big environmental legal firm. They were
from the rural lands on the northern California
coast so this went against her deepest beliefs. I
wrote this to cheer her up and give her hope. Here
is the original I gave her (I found it in my
suitcase).
Deborah Ettinger
February 2005
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