The Polished Stainless Steel Tree


Now I normally try and refrain from making fun of city folk, but having toured the Olympic Sculpture Park I find it to be generally a silly waste of space. Of course, I've never been one to "get" modern art, but come on? Giant eyeballs, erasers, and metal trees?!? Yeah yeah, I know...I'm just a dumb redneck.

You know, where I come from we have REAL trees. And it's about time to get back to em...

I'm lookin' down the barrel of Friday night
Ridin' on a river of freeway lights
Goodbye city I'm country bound
'Til Monday rolls around

Gonna kick off my shoes And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends

The boat's waitin, y'all have a good weekend.

Comments

Meg said…
In NYC, where I'm from, there's a pocket park on East 53rd Street off Fifth Avenue, where they have *concrete* trees. I guess because nothing green can really live in NY...
3:59 AM
fdj said…
Actually it's been a rather long conversion process. I can trace its beginnings (aside from the slavic hillbilly genetics) to my move out of the borg collective to washington (wink wink)

I've never understood people who CHOOSE to live downtown...it's as baffling to me as I suppose my suburban life (at the time) was/is to them.

Nowadays I think dowtown folk are flat out crazy and dangerous, whereas it's suburban folk I don't "get" anymore. I know I know...."You do yer thing and I'll do mine."

I've always been a country boy at heart I reckon...just needed a good wife to bring it back out of me. Don't let her fool you none neither...she's as much to blame as my genetics.

I grew up in Ohio and Kentucky (till I was abducted to California in the 4th grade) running through woods, chasing forest critters, fishin in little cricks and making forts in trees. It feels good to give that gift to my kids now...and they are EATING it up.

convertitis? Sure...and that there's my testimony brother. I suppose it ain't for everybody - clearly - but, for me...well, I joyfully "feed my soul, where the green grass grows!"

Concrete and Stainless Steel Trees?!?!?! I declare! What in 'tarnation fer?!?
9:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Is this the young man who at the ripe old age of 9 , had to be harrased by his mother to give the poor dog, Sunshine, fresh water and food? Oh and by the way, did you really feed him every time you were forced?
8:06 PM
fdj said…
did you really feed him every time you were forced?

Mom....I doubt it. Somehow he managed to survive though. But, you have your revenge in that now I must try and force the kids to feed their critters.


:)
8:03 AM
Anonymous said…
The problem with runnning in bare feet in the country is two fold.

If you're running in bare feet, what's the bear running in, track shoes?

If you're running in bare feet, you're going to step in something either squishy or pointy. Uncomfortable in either case.

Shoes were invented for a reason
sf
11:52 AM
fdj said…
Tell it to my kids...I gave up.

As for me...yeah, I wear shoes...well..."kick off my shoes and run in sandals or mud boots."

:)
3:50 PM
Liz in Seattle said…
Yeah, well, I like the name "mud boots." A lot more socially acceptable than "manure boots."

But you're the ones getting livestock... :-)
10:19 AM
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