
WHERE HAVE ALL THE SAWMILLS GONE
There were jobs galore and mills by the score
buzzing happily
when logs came down to the lovely town
of Arcata by the sea.
Then POOF!, they were gone like yesterday's song
and the really good jobs went with'em.
What turned things down for Arcata town
was not some economic rhythm.
It was Japanese; slick as you please
they bought up the good timber trees;
and the logs were shipped past the ocean's lip
to lumber mills out in the seas.
In gigantic boats, sawmills afloat
sliced up our redwood gold;
woodwork extensive, polished and expensive
back to us was sold.
The lesson is clear to everyone here:
resist the quick-buck mobs;
dont sell raw material to powers imperial;
it robs our people of jobs;
No thought for the future makes wounds without suture!
Treat nature with civility;
shout this word to the reckless herd:
SUSTAINABILITY.

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