Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Mother Earth

Mother Earth, when will your people change their ways?
Will there come a time, when we’ll see better days?
It’s my gut feeling, it’s not to be in our life time, that’s all I’ll say.
Your rivers have run long, and your trees have grown free,
But, few people care as they should; and frankly,
that’s no way to be.
Mother Earth, you’ll always be home to me.

Mother Earth, why do your inhabitants not see?
What they are doing to the land; its seas;
Dear Earth, this Native man sees...
And I know,  this carelessness shouldn't be.
They’re killing us all, with their careless greed.
It is my wish, we would all come together, and do
Whatever we can do, to love, honor, and protect you.
Mother Earth, you most of all; know what I say is true.
 
Mother Earth, how can people say they don’t care about helping out?
To clean up our land and set it right, seems to draw their mouths in a pout.
Why can’t more of your people lend a hand?
The Indian people, and a few others, are the only ones who understand.
But, one day people will know it, when they drop like flies;
But by then, will it be too late?
Let’s just see how they feel, when they realize they signed their own fate.
Mother Earth, I just wanted to let you know,
I’ll be the voice that says, I told them so.

America is my Native home;
This is where my ancestors roamed,
Back when it was called the great Turtle Island.
Just like it says in the song, “America, the Beautiful;” this is our land.
It was untouched, pristine; not like now, its beauty, all but wiped away.
We took care of our Mother Earth, and
We still encourage people, every day,
To do so, in everything we do; yes, even in this age, and even today.

But the mere mention
Of cleaning up our home; this is offensive
To some people, who look down their noses,
And they strike angry poses,
Claiming such a suggestion
Is a total outrage, and go on the defensive.

I can’t stop from wondering how they’ll feel; when Earth goes sailing off through space,
Like a spinning baseball hit by a Louisville slugger...”wham!”... Right into the sun.
Mother Earth will someday put her babies in their places;
For she’s given us, chance after chance;
And she’s not happy at how her people keep on littering, and spitting in her face.
Mother Earth, many of your people have shown themselves as a disgrace.

It’s time to take care of our Mother...we are no longer suckling children;
We need to stand up and take on our responsibility; quit this procrastinational sin.
We need to admit, most things wrong here, we did it, so how to fix it?
We need to be more alert to what things we do, that could harm the place we live.
Careless acts, like tossing a cigarette butt out a window,
While driving through a drought struck land
Will result in a forest fire that can turn into a destruction of property, and
Can even cause homelessness and deaths.
Be aware; thoughtless action is the main way sadness comes to be.
If we’re gonna do a difficult job, then by all means, do it the right way. That’s how to be.
JD Couch and JA Wayahowl (2-5-2013)

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

This Country Road





              This Country Road
Wake up every day to the smell of the morning dew;
I have a few words to say to you.
Start my day with dawn’s early light;
Go to bed early every night.
You may think this country boy carries a heavy load.
When you see me walking this country road….

(Chorus)
This country road brings me back home to what is mine;
I know it well; it leads to the County Line.
I see my girl waiting for me; she is so fine.
I’ll keep walking this country road.
I’ll keep on walking this country road.

You know I thought I’d love those big City streets;
But City life is just not for me.
Everybody going some place, but not the place I wanna be;
All closed in and not enough trees.
In the country, it’s both wild and free;
That’s where I can be just what I want to be.
I would rather be fishing in those country streams.
I’ll keep on walking this country road.
                          (LB)
Birds singing, I smell the roses on the breeze
I left behind the noise and the pollution of the city
Walked this country road back home to my baby
Happy to see me, she runs to greet me;
Holding each other tight feels just right;
 I sure missed you, Baby;
 We’re walking this country road, holding hands;
  Oooo____this country road

Setting sun on the horizon;

 Sitting on the tailgate of an old rusty truck, having fun
 Watching lightning bugs as the crickets sing
 We catch up on everything we been missing;
Never better than in the country, this sweet, sweet kissing;
 We know love that matters here on this country road.
 Woah, woah; this country road  
(Repeat chorus)

 ©JD Couch and JA Wayahowl
 (7-12-2012)