God, I'm Glad I'm Not

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

I've Always Been The Kind Of Person That Doesn't Like To Trespass, But Sometimes You Just Find Yourself Over The Line.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.