WARNING AREA SUBJECT TO FLOODING USE AT OWN RISK (London, ON)

The Waking

I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy.

This way! This way!
The wren's throat shimmered,
Either to other,
The blossoms sang.

The stones sang,
The little ones did,
And flowers jumped
Like small goats.

A ragged fringe
Of daisies waved;
I wasn't alone
In a grove of apples.

Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
It's morning smells.

I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My ears knew
An early joy.

And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.
                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                              --Roethke
                                                                                                                               

Watch out for Ray Davies' bow tie and the fetishized primitivism, 

but listen for these amazing lines: 

I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized 

'Cos I'm a strict vegetarian 

But with the over-population and inflation and starvation

And the crazy politicians

I don't feel safe in this world no more 

I don't want to die in a nuclear war

I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man

......

I  look out my window, but I can't see the sky

'Cos the air pollution is fogging up my eyes

I want to get out of this city alive

And make like an ape man

What a wonderfully weird find today; enjoy the sonorous flatulence of the bee's bottom:

Imminent Doom

THIS frail and fragrant morning
Is streaming on toward noon;
Listen to my warning!
There will be buzzing soon.
Soon we shall be shaken
Like flowers and gold grass
And all our pollen taken
By a bee with bowels of brass.

-Genevieve Taggard