President Obama is giving his State of the Union address as I write this. It's a good speech, as expected, prevalent with centrist conviction and well-timed touches of humor. And yet, amid our President's oratory charge to change our future -- Yes we can indeed! -- my mind hearkens to a fellow native Tennesseean, Al Gore.By now you are well-aware of his global warming crusade, which at present seems to possess as much validity as the global cooling advocacy of the 1970s. But Gore marches on, going so far as to compose a poem about his impassioned venture to change the world. Here it is, and prepare to shed a few tears (from laughter, perhaps):
One thin September soon, A floating continent disappears, In midnight sun / Vapors rise as, Fever settles on an acid sea, Neptune's bones dissolve / Snow glides from the mountain, Ice fathers flood for a season, A hard rain comes quickly / The dirt is parched, Kindling is placed in the forest, For the lightening's celebration / Unknown creatures, Take their leave unmourned, Horsemen ready their stirrups / Passion seeks heroes and friends, The bell of the city, On the hill is rung / The shepherd cries, The hour of choosing has arrived, Here are your tools
There is no need to add anything humorous.
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