This is one of my favorite Gary Snyder poems. And a much better pledge of allegiance than our current one. (FYI “Turtle Island” is a Native American term for North America.)
Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
Poodle pix! Molly along the Clearwater River, Idaho.