poem: Forget the Fact

[There is no time or date on this poem, so I'm just saying September 1. This is the earliest poem I could find. I can't find the "cleaned up" version, so this is typed from the original, and put together as best as I can figure out.]

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Forget the Fact

Forget the fact I was at Redwood Summer,
Forget the fact I tried,
Forget the fact I'm battling at home now,
Forget the fact I cried.

Forget the fact I'm from a middle class home,
Forget the fact you're not,
Forget the fact I'm only 19,
Forget the fact I have to learn a lot.

Forget the fact of clear-cuts,
Forget the fact of jobs,
Forget the fact of exports,
Forget the fact of logs.

Forget the ritual circles,
Forget the Affinity Groups,
Forget the Sequoia Rendezvous,
Forget that we're the trees' troups.

Forget the fact of hood ornaments,
Forget the fact of greed,
Forget Pacific Lumber,
Forget where Redwood Summer may lead.

Forget the fact I love Mother Earth,
Forget the fact of trees,
Forget the fact of "I love you,"
Forget the falling leaves.

Forget the fact of sleeping bags,
Forget the fact of stars,
Forget the fact of the waxing moon,
Forget the drums and guitars.