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.