Sam lives in a treehouse
he hates it down there on the ground,
thinks there's too damn much goin' on
"It's all just a bucket for people to shit in."
is what he thinks.
Like bugs in a hurry
acting like they know something.
denying the truth.
Sam is perfectly happy
alone with some poetry.
He writes lyrics for the birds;
they supply the melody
and the music is fine by him.
He can dance to it.
Sometimes he has to climb down
through the leaves and limbs,
get his feet back on the ground.
Last time, he walked to the fence
gazed at the road below
and shook his head.
By dark, he felt kinda dirty,
had to bathe in the crick,
his boney ass resting on the rocks,
head sticking out of the water,
he looked across the mossy bank
at a deep patch of sky
said, ."Damn big bucket!"
Sam was always out there,
riding the roads,
findin' out all kinds of good stuff
like how the wind feels in your hair
and how to get comfortable
in the rain.
Says that's how he met the elves.
They were on motorcycles.
I think it was them
made Sam move out on his own like that.
He was camped beside a lonely road
next to the fire, drinkin' coffee
with bourbon against the frost
he knew was coming
when they rode up.
He could tell they were elves
by their laughter,
says "sounded just like bells"
And those elves talked to him all night
in the quiet
under the stars.
They thought he would understand,
and he did.
He says "Them elves,
Says he learned the truth that October
in the quiet
under the stars.
When they were done
he began to laugh.
He laughed so hard
the stars could hear him,
and they laughed too.
Even some of the rocks around the camp
cracked up and rolled down the slope.
He laughed till he ran out of breath
and just when he thought it was over,
he'd start right up again.
Laughed two solid days and nights,
laughed long after the elves were gone
Don't get me wrong,
Sam still likes a little action now and then.
Digs out his ride and
goes to The Buzzard's Roost,
a little tavern he knows
where cowboys and poets
And barroom girls.
Sam likes to dance,
and he likes those girls.
They like the way he laughs,
She tells him
"you smell like crick water"
which really sets him off.
He says " Wanna ride?
I know this swimmin' hole."
Of all the things that make Sam happy,
watching Louise stand on her tip toes
to peel that blouse over her head
is one of his favorites,
Louise likes the way it makes him laugh.
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