Last week it was very hot and humid in New Brunswick. On Thursday, I decided to go into the backyard with the dog. The backyard has many flowers. More to the point, it has many trees and a good deal of shade. There are quite a few kinds of trees in the backyard, including a crab apple tree. So I wrote this.
Crab apple tree
Molly and me
‘neath the crab apple tree
in the breeze and the shade,
we’re so happy.
And we don’t really care
for the world that’s out there
always falling apart,
we’re too happy
in the breeze and the shade
and our small backyard glade
with its crab apple tree –
we’re so happy!
Sure, the world is exploding,
and conversely imploding,
but what’s that to us
when we’re happy?
Government’s fall,
get replaced, and that’s all
to the news of the day.
So we’re happy.
And if big corporations
make grand exhortations
of their social concerns,
we’re still happy
knowing that shit
is just shit, and that’s it.
Under crab apple trees,
we’ll be happy;
just a dog and his boy
that the world can’t annoy
‘cause we don’t give a damn.
We’re too happy.
May we suggest you
get a dog, maybe two,
and a crab apple tree?
You’ll be happy
in the breeze and the shade
and a small backyard glade.
Look at Molly and me –
we’re so happy.
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