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How I love My Idaho
© 2002 Jeanna Gollihur
(for those of you who do not like the sad political part, just
ignore it, it is the American Dream after all..*wink*)
I was raised in Grangeville Idaho
On the quilted prairie where the Camas grows
On the 4th of July I was in the rodeo
In the Red River Hot Tub in the Snow
On down to White Bird where life was slow
To the Salmon river where the peaches grow
How I love my Idaho
My grand dad taught me how to milk a cow
He sat me in ole blue, he taught me how
To drive all the way to the creek
The alfalfa fields there sure smelled sweet
With Grandma's orchard & garden we had plenty to eat
We'd tube down the Salmon with our cooler afloat
We'd ride up the Snake in Uncle John's Jet boat
We hung out in the sand on the Clear Water bar
Selway, Lochsa, & Dworshak Reservoir
Ya wanna find a river you don't have to drive far
We went through the tunnels in grandpa's black berry patch
With a stick in hand where the rattle snakes hatch
We found arrowheads in the pasture by the road
If fossils were treasures we'd found the mother load
Listen to the stories Auntie Kate told
Of Nez Perce horse races, and raids of old
We'd go ride the pigs by the ole combine
We'd pick mul & goose berries & grapes from the vine
Sit in our hide out under the pine
We couldn't swim in the pond cause of leaches in the mud
We'd hang out in the barn, the cows a chewin' their cud
We'd ski down the hill in back of the town
Cross country through the clearing where trees were down
Or ski up on the mountain near the lake side town
We were rough and roudies cruisin' on our snow cats
We'd sit & sing by the fire, out on the flats
Then Church came to office with a government plan
He went & took part of my Grandpa's land
Cause it was the place that the Nez Perce fought
And the land on the river that my daddy bought
They condemned it as useless & took it on the spot
I don't care if you think it was right to take the land
The sheep herders on the Snake they took a stand
They gave up the land with money in hand
Some say I'm a cynic cause I'm mad at the man
I am by no means a big government fan
They named the Salmon River country after Mister Frank Church
But I'm not impressed cause the guy was a jerk
He & his cohorts took the land, from good land lovin' peoples private hands
I speak my mind because I can ...........for now
But there is one thing they can't take away
That's the memories I have to this day
Swingin' on the rope in the ole hay barn
Watchin' Grandpa bark with his cut off arm
Ridin' horses with my cousin in the battlefield
Throwing hay bales when they had a good yield
Swimmin' in creek to cool off from the day
Singin' at the piano while Grandma played
Idaho Idaho Idaho! How I love my Idaho
Falcon 'Play That song Again'
Early in the dawn
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Jeanna Gollihur and Tamara Lee |
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Today the world hit me with a blow
Or was it three
The world is a ho
That is what I see
It's all about the money
Many People will do anything to get Money
Fraud/Greed/pillaging those in need
Right here at my door
I do not like this world I see
There must be something better
You want me to write poetry
About love and beauty
Believe me I'd like to see
I'm willing
Right now
What I feel
Is my spirit revolting
I can hardly stand the pain
I actually have feelings of hate
Not toward anyone in particular
But toward the way of the world
Oh the hatred
The world is a ho!
When did creation become a ho?
Who's idea was this?
Who's running the show?
I am under grace
This is fo sho
Things could have been much worse.
I do my best to deal with the ho
Play to keep some semblance of the
Status quo
I have to have a home you know?
Money makes the world go round
Acceptance is hard
Can reality be this mendacious?
Business Ethics is a oxymoron?
Am I looking through the right mirror?
Maybe I should clean it again.
Ahh......Neurosis, my lovely neurosis
Clean clean clean the mirror again... (prayer)
Today the world hit me with a blow
Or was it three
The world is a ho
That is what I see
It's all about the money
All I can hope is that truth and love will set me free..
Jeanna Gollihur
12/17/04
Jeanna M. Gollihur
copyright © 1996
