One day
A big wheel from Upper Montclair
(With New York as his axis
Montclair as his rim)
Discovered he had little care
Even fondness for Upper Montclair
Unsurprisingly Upper Montclair
Had even less care about him
Or anything else but taxes.
In his study he was
At his age old pine desk
Balancing budgets and stuff
When his thoughts turned
To happier times
When all that he had was enough.
His pleasantest days to recall
Was no difficult matter at all:
An outing
Cub scouting
Age ten.
A week in the woods
Way out west in New Jersey.
Till then all his strolls
Were on pavements.
His views troweled
Painted or nailed
Man-made, alike.
But in nature