I've seen the city

I've seen the city,

And I'd pose counterquestion:

"What wrong with backwoods?"



Backwoods haunted by

Cryptozoological

Cougars. Howl away.



My blood hears your cries

And the salt in it rises

To the salt in yours.



Some politicians

Slander your good name, Noble

Daughter of the Woods.



Falls on my deaf ears.

For you I've nothing but praise.

Stand strong. Occupy.



There's strength in backwoods,

Strength that can't be located

In metropoli.