Sonnet Six This dead tree rustles like the ugly stories Hank tells us about the town

cops; I bet Its them that moonlight as narcs every fall when the feds send free money to bust mom and pop hippie homesteaders in the woods. Parents can scare their kids into being good with tales of ol Bill, the rogue cop in the seventies of whom-legends-are-still-told. Out-of-county sheriffs look for big-time in September, cross-examining kids who, on the dusty road from school, argue the best way to dig soaproot or fish bass. These hills, riddled with a few small patches, hide quail and the next land payment. So what.

(its no longer peaceful like this. In the late 80s the Mafia moved in & planted huge farms ,letting the land foreclose after they tore it up ugly & unecological, taking the big bucks out of county. 70s mom & pop grows kept the money in county and beautified the land while educating kids in small one room schools. It became a tragedy and still is. Greed is ugly.)