A Child Comes Around by Deborah Ettinger February 2005   My son was educated well He learned to worship earth He learned the Lord did not exist, there was no Savior's birth.   His urban college taught him how to challenge country mice who had the nerve to own their land, he'd learned that was a vice.   He worked and sued and made his fortune off the poor who tilled the fields and held the land, he'd show them to the door.    His client was the government who wished to take the right and soil and water from the folks who gave this country might.    His uncle lost his job up north the logging mill closed down the students vanished from the schools, there's nothing left of town.   And then his father's farm was lost to those who wished to sue, His father's anguished pleas were tossed, my son had much to do.   His thinking quickly turned around He saw he had been wrong He learned that owning land exists to keep this country strong.   His goal was now to keep the rights of landowners intact His love for people now made up for what he once had lacked.   Now my fine son's a congressman He's learned to love and live Now fairness to his fellow man is what he wants to give    And as for God, it took awhile to change his point of view But gazing at his tiny son was when he finally knew.   This was written after an Eagle Forum meeting during which a very tearful mother spoke of her son who had chosen to work with a big environmental legal firm. They were from the rural lands on the northern California coast so this went against her deepest beliefs. I wrote this to cheer her up and give her hope.   Deborah Ettinger

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