Back to the Seventies

We wanted spirituality on other days than Sunday So we made our homes in shacks and domes on the shores of the Bay of Fundy We lived in ruins, in huge communes where no one did the dishes We lived in huts and froze our butts, and fed ourselves on wishes We lived in shacks and broke our backs to keep ourselves from freezin’ We lived on hope and grains and dope and vegetables in season We needed dough … so we kneaded dough And shovelled snow at ten below We wrote our poems and chanted oms And canned our food and gardened nude And planted pot and danced a lot And tried again and sat zazen And every spring we threw I Ching And ran up tabs, and got the crabs And shared our hope, and shared our dope, And shared our hearts, and soybean farts … We may have gone to one or two extremes But for a while we shared a couple dreams… —“North Mountain...