Old Timerís Lament
Into wilderness lakes with waters clear and cool.
Iíd cast my line into opalescent depths
Happy with the thought of just a fish a fish or two.
And stalk quiet bogs for moose to feed my family
My wife, my kids, they counted on me.
Perhaps the odd footprint in dew moistened moss,
But it is different now, though I donít know why.
But today I feel like Iím lost.
In my wilderness domain,
Nor even walk through my old trails
To see four-footed friends who remain.
And those new fangled cars line up the whole long day
With shouting kids and barking dogs, and boats that steer,
With motors and trailers, ATVs and all kinds of fancy gear.
That flag on the pole, it donít belong.
The park gates bar the entrance to where I was born.
My land of peace and plenty, all of it is gone.
To save the wilderness for others whoíd come.
I said I just wanted to go there one more time
Before my days are done.
So he couldnít let me through,
I said to that young buck standiní there,
ĎHope St. Peter ainít done that tooí.
Now my wilderness has strayed.
Now itís saved special
Just for them who can afford to pay.
Donít got no light, no phone, no heat,
Just an old board shanty out back
Where I can take a leak.
She takes good care of me,
But now Iíve been evicted
By the folks from the big city.