2012-05-25 / Letters

This Sand Is Your Sand

Dear Editor,

In commemoration of Woody Guthrie’s centennial and the commencement of another prime season in Rockaway, I humbly submit my reinterpretation of the maestro’s classic for your readership. It is my hope that it emulates the humanist spirit of the original inasmuch as it reveres both the natural treasures of our environment and the shared responsibilities we all must acknowledge in order to truly appreciate the gift of life.

This Sand Is Your Sand

As I was riding a downtown express A
From New York island out to Rockaway

I saw our town’s edge dance with the
sea
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
This sand is your sand, this sand is
my sand
From the Atlantic to Jamaica Bay
From Breezy Point, to Far Rockaway
This sand was made for you and me

Then I went walking from the subway train
Over the boardwalk onto golden
grain
I dug my toes into eternity
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
I was standing in nature’s perfection
Her beauty unfolding in each direction Land, sea and heavens – the Trinity
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
As I drew closer to the deep wild
ocean
Feeling the force of life in motion
The land was pulsing with pure energy This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
As I went strolling Eden’s golden
path
I saw the footprints of human wrath
And the evil scars of apathy (when)
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
I started asking, is this the ending?
What if the world breaks from all the
bending?
With our heads buried, how can we
see? (that)
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
Is the sun setting on this golden
shore?
Will we slip into darkness evermore?
Every castle melts, eventually
This sand was made for you and me

Chorus
But the sun is rising, the night subsiding A new world dawning, nature abiding Each grain a touchstone to harmony
This sand is made for you and me
Chorus
GEORGE TURNER

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