Back when energy was cheap,
we lit smudgepots—ten cents/gallon
to keep from freezing an orange crop.
hour-weeks bent to wooden handles
shoveling, hoeing weeks, or harnessing
a Cornbinder’s horsepower
when damn-near any Mom and Pop
could make a dollar from the earth
farming—a young man horseback
could ride all-day for almost free
and old cowboys worked for nothing.
We had lots of energy in the old days,
lots of hands we can’t afford
to hire anymore, water going deeper
and pump bills higher, we suck
the planet dry for expensive things
we never used to need
when energy was cheap.
With the sun on my face
and wind at my back,
I thought I would last forever
like the Eveready Bunny—
back when energy was cheap.
What a statement…
Really enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing it, John.
Thanks Paul, trust you’re well.