It’s a winter wild game harvest, where neighbors gather round
To savor the earth’s bounty, from the water, woods, and ground
With crock pots, bags, and bottles, the dinner pile increases
Spices, jerky, drink, and salad… all for what? Our thesis:
To build a land-community, of science and of art
From the toddling babe, to wise gray sage, each one a vital part
With wild turkey and noodles, venison soup, and craft beverage cold
We take each new idea, and weave it with the old
What’s with all these geese? Did you hear about the bobcat?!
Each species on the move this year, I wonder where that fox at
From burrow, tip-out, and fence-row, to Mt. Baldy’s humble height
A land community dances on, as day folds into night
Whether ignorant or conscious, winter-spring-summer-fall,
We’re dancing to Earth’s anthem, may we be true Stewards, all
