Sheila Winifred Simpson

Country lass from Ballyheather where
the buttercups melted into green grass
and the rain fell soft and warming
born on a wet day in summer singing
all the time singing to the cows at
milking time in the barn or in field
grew up in a bliss filled beautiful place
heaven on earth and the water still
runs from the mountain stream forever
grew up in the time of revolution
in the time of guns bombs and bullets
watched walked waiting for it to stop
went to New York at twenty years old
music filled the air theater and dance
Canada was dull compared to America
had to come here to wake the place up
stand for the ancient rain forest my name
alone on an injunction to jail many good
kind compassionate brave people
Met Robert Kennedy told him off
accused him to negating the spirit
Peter Garrett of Midnight Oil offered
to spring me from jail for $1500
Canada never said thank you....
no mannered place is here
Walked peace across my homeland
walked across native land Kah Na Tah
walked down the road the other day
with Alexandra Mortin for salmon
maybe their is hope yet for Canada