A poem.
So many ways
A rusty old guitar
and a husky voice
strumming through
the open space
chunky bits of apple
in a marvelous piece
of apple cake
cheerful people
dancing - it's gotta
be this time of year
when the sun's coming back
from all those rainy days
so many ways to look at the world
through a magnifying glass - through
a good laugh - through the thickest
forest out there - in the end - it's a lot
of chaos - sometimes messy - sometimes
beautiful - but for this moment, - let us
enjoy these songs - sung by a man with
a husky voice and a rusty old guitar
for this day is all we've got - here and now
so we might as well - throw the jackets away
and give a big hooray - there's always a way
although the road might be crocked like an
old branch - and the singer a bit rusty - just
like his old guitar