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Once upon a time, we lived in Shangri-log It was hollow and cozy and safe from the fog We built us a kitchen, out of sticks and stuff We built benches and shelter and swept away the duff We were working on the hill, early that spring Away from our log, when the bear gave a ring He raided all of our salty snacks, and even some of our liquor stash! And all he left was a big bear mess, and a pile of.. I'll let you guess... So we learned our lesson, no more storing food We cleaned up camp and life was good But we had to return to our toil Spreading horse **** amending soil The next time we returned to our big round squat Something was wrong, but we didn't know what.. We decided not to worry and we had a party We were lit up all night and the sky was starry... As the sun was coming up, the time for sleep rolled around But as we laid down to rest, we heard a startling sound... Beep! Beep! Beep! Filled the air! And a churning of trees! They were clearing the area, We needed to flee! We snatched up some things, hid the rest in a stump Our buddy was collapsing his tent on the run We got to the commune, but no sleep would be found... We all were uneasy about bulldozers on ground At the end of the day, When the workers were gone We dashed up the hill, to check on our zone Our camp was untouched, Our things were all fine But the brush had been cleared all under the power lines... And since our log was exposed, it was time to go (I think we can take a hint, dontcha know...) We cleaned everything up, Tore everything down Well almost everything, Our old bed's still around The years have gone by, The brush has regrown.. It's hard not to wish we could live in our old home...
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
Bears and Bulldozers
Once upon a time, we lived in Shangri-log It was hollow and cozy and safe from the fog We built us a kitchen, out of sticks and stuff We built benches and shelter and swept away the duff We were working on the hill, early that spring Away from our log, when the bear gave a ring He raided all of our salty snacks, and even some of our liquor stash! And all he left was a big bear mess, and a pile of.. I'll let you guess... So we learned our lesson, no more storing food We cleaned up camp and life was good But we had to return to our toil Spreading horse **** amending soil The next time we returned to our big round squat Something was wrong, but we didn't know what.. We decided not to worry and we had a party We were lit up all night and the sky was starry... As the sun was coming up, the time for sleep rolled around But as we laid down to rest, we heard a startling sound... Beep! Beep! Beep! Filled the air! And a churning of trees! They were clearing the area, We needed to flee! We snatched up some things, hid the rest in a stump Our buddy was collapsing his tent on the run We got to the commune, but no sleep would be found... We all were uneasy about bulldozers on ground At the end of the day, When the workers were gone We dashed up the hill, to check on our zone Our camp was untouched, Our things were all fine But the brush had been cleared all under the power lines... And since our log was exposed, it was time to go (I think we can take a hint, dontcha know...) We cleaned everything up, Tore everything down Well almost everything, Our old bed's still around The years have gone by, The brush has regrown.. It's hard not to wish we could live in our old home...
Just reminiscing about some of the good ole daze. Before I'd ever paid any rent or bills or auto expenses. I'm glad to know it's possible, but these days we're in so deep I don't think we could ever go back. ~4/23/2021
#redwoods#bears#bulldozers#squatting#commune
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29/M/The Left Coast
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
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