This is Day 4 of my wanderin’ in the wilderness. I will have had a good solid day of hiking behind me and one difficult sleep on the hard ground. I will have wished I brought a better pillow, and then wish I had not brought a bunch of things as I lift the heavy pack again.
About mid-morning, I will start singing memorized songs that always serve to pick me up when I am feeling down. My favorites, by far, are songs from Woody Guthrie. This is one you will remember the most, but pay attention to the verse I highlighted. No one remembers this verse!
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
Saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
As the sun was shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice come chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice come chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said “No trespassin'”
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me
