Untitled: willful men…

willful men spoiled the earth
they wasted the breathing world

Rob told me how
as a young Sioux
he lured the wild ponies
out on the prairies
with a bag of oats
chck chck he'd rattle the bag
and the ponies came
the wild mustangs
came to nibble
curious and trusting

then we'd jump on the horse
bareback we'd ride
kick in our heels
off like a shot
galloping miles
under the wild wide sky
like the wind
like warriors
like the gods of old
yahoo jaway the yahoos roared

ja hey ja haw
hey wa hey hoe
hey yo hey ja
hey ja hoe

willful men spoiled you Babe
now you'll never know the love
I've here in my bag
waiting
waking