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Ho! Compadres Piftoneros! [1929] This paean to the pinon jay appeared in Forest Fire and Other Verse, a second volume of Forest Service doggerel edited by Leopold's dose friend, John D. Guthrie. Inspired perhaps by one of Leopold's bow-and-arrow hunting trips to the Gila Wilderness in the late 1920s, the poem reveals his longing for the Southwest, which he felt especially during his years of desk-bound exile in the Forest Products Laboratory. 148 Ho for piney lanes of sunshine On the tops of basking mesas!Ho for singing groves of pinon On the foothills in the fall. Ho for lanes of silky gramma, Tang of sage and scent of cedar On the pleasant hills of autumn Where the Pinoneros call. Bosky shades of cedar thickets On the tops of basking mesasPale blue flocks of Pinoneros, Wheeling gaily from the crest Down the yellow glades of pingue Soaked in gold and drenched in sunshine, Pitchy-nutty-tasting sunshine Of the foothills of the west! Ho Compadres! Pinoneros! Jolly band of shameless loafers, Full of fun and full of business! Ho Compadres! Vagrants allHo for singing groves of pinons! Ho! Compadres Piiioneros! 149 Ho for singing autumn weather! Piiioneros! My Compadres Of the foothills in the fall!Pale blue flocks of Piiioneros Wheeling off across the mesasCalling . . . Calling. Piiioneros, Each one softly to the rest Calling dimly from the distance. . . Piiioneros faintly calling Calling faint. . . but ever calling To the foothills of the west. ...

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