Beneath the Shade of the Crabapple Tree

Where I long to be

Beneath the shade of the crabapple tree

Languorous Sunday till noon 

A boy lost in cloud'd shape dreams

 

Now, please don’t...

Ask me “why”

‘Cuz I’ll give a lot of “I don’t knows”

And throw in a jar of thick honey lies

 

Perhaps, it’s because I

Love to lie and just stare

At those little red apples

So darn high up there

 

Here's where I can ponder

About all the mysteries of life

Like why those tiny apples

Make a man cry from one dang bite

 

Even with mom's magic

A crab apple pie baked

She could not get rid of

That awful sour taste made 

And when those little nuggets fall

Annoyance at best

Kept me from my day sleeping

Whenever I take a moment to rest

 

And then, there are the birds

Who keep landing on high

For their snack is my assess

Which causes such hideous cries

 

So on lazy days here I’ll be

Wasting all my time pondering these

mysteries

Beneath shade of my favorite

Ole Crabapple tree