Clouds were thicker then and waves did more
Than carry you over and get you wet!
Times they were arrangin' every bit of what
Is now, though the slog then only budged milli-
Meters and held megatons briefly in hock…
Poets held politics in rhyme, sailors tacked in
Salty glory, visions were just out there, not
In a tube, or an institute, and green shacked up
With peace for the first time in the history
Of thought, sending activists without fig leaves
But with the speed of thought to the heart
of the matter, sort of sorting out where
no one had ever been, so it stood clear
that here is where we should be now rapping
and clapping and backing each other
for the sake of a forsaken little planet.
And it is where those tremors and Trevors
Trod the earth with mighty little footprints!