I’ve been sitting here going through my poems, trying to find one to post for my recently dead friend, Tracey. I’m sure he’ll find his way into my new writing eventually, but I wanted to post something now. I failed to find anything I could stand. There are times when reading one’s own writing is like accidentally biting into aluminum foil. Not really what you were hoping for.

No matter. I don’t think it’s the kind of thing Tracey would’ve wanted anyway.

So anyway, I’ve got this root canal on the calendar for first thing in the morning, and I need to lighten up. Here, I’ve got just the thing. On Saturday, I spent a little time in the playhouse in my folks backyard, with my little nephew. I was trying to sing this song for him, but I couldn’t remember the words. So we sang the first two lines a bunch of times, and played, and that was OK.

It’s not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow, or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

It’s not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over
‘Cause you’re not standing out
Like flashy sparkles in the water
r stars in the sky

But green’s the color of spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like a mountain
Or important like a river
Or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But why wonder why wonder
I am green, and it’ll do fine
It’s beautiful, and I think it’s what I want to be