Jack wrote this in February, 2006:
Good evening blogsters.
Ah. Ate lunch over at San Felipe Pueblo again today. Got to watch a bit of TV while I ate. Sound was turned off, but it was still middling interesting watching it.
Saw a fat guy in a cowboy hat apparently trying to decide whether he could get his mouth around a microphone to suck it. Took him a while to decide not to do it.
Saw a movie must have been a piece of a Tarzan flick. Two white guys shaving in a river using a cut-throat razor with apes doing what apes do in the background. An occasional noble savage running through the jungle, bad white guys in a boat shooting black tigers, crocodiles and this and that. Didn’t see Jane around.
Middling interesting. Especially that fat cowboy and the microphone. Someone said his name was Barth somebody-or-other. Crazy the things a person will do to get on TV.
Doggerel to smile by – Desert Water Wars
Flooding on the Zuni land
Tribal chairman calls
Upstream Ramah Din’e band
Over grazing galls
Ancient ruins I travel past
Forgotten tribes of old
And finally arrive at last
On Zuni land as told:
Tribal council meets, he chants
A time warp history
I listen long the raves and rants
And river mystery
“Navajo must have his sheep
To have his wealth, it’s plain.
Too many kids, too many sheep
Too little grass and rain.”
Forgotten white man wrongs and deeds
The raids of Navajo
Corn that didn’t sprout the seeds
And stumbled Shalako
“More sheep graze than in the past
Arroyos grew wide and deep
Siltation settled hard and fast
In riverbed to sleep.”
Navajo siltation choked
An ancient channel bed
Water rose above the banks
200 cattle dead
“Houses flooded, ruined cars
Fields of grain were lost
A playground field a channel mars
And who should bear the cost?”
The Chapter Prez of Ramah band
Listened to my tale
Stony silence, steady hand
Informed me I would fail
“If those Zunis don’t like floods
Tell them to reduce the chances;
We’ll hold back our streams of muds
If they’ll call off their damned rain dances”