hootenanny daisy mae
in denim shorts
and sprouting hay
from over-polished
tulip-lips
she wows the crowd
and swings her hips
hottenanny daisy mae
takes th’ bumpy bus to
tanglewood
to lay down there
and jangle up
on jacobs’s pillow and
buttercup
yeah make a move now
you go boyo!
she’ll come of age our
way girl-mystery
and what i know which
you can’t tell
is that girl, joni, is
making history
your’e writing the
lives and living our dreams
we are only tomorrow’s
children
you are the dream-makers
who did
all that suffragette
stuff we
claim
for our own
there were you girls
living it
carving it
etching it
out of raw stone
and here we are
forty years on
sitting on your rock
writing up new lines
digging out new tunes
and knowin’ all too
well
we’ll never do it like
you
© 2008 Rebecca Rennie (inspired by girls like us p257)
