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David Budbill


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You got to understand: here
Winter stays six months a year—
Mean, mean winters and too long.
Ninety days is what we get, just

Ninety days of frost free weather.
I know you don’t believe it but . . .
Ninety days is all we get. Just
Ninety days of frost free weather.

And in that lousy, puny, crummy,
Stinkin’, measly ninety days we just
Got to get outside and get together!

Now I said, ninety days is all we get.
Just Ninety days of frost-free weather
(Believe it, honey, 'cause it’s true)
Ninety days is all we get, just

Ninety days of summer weather.
So you can see how we just got to, we
Just got to get outside and get together.

I said, OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE!
We got to get OUTSIDE!
And get together.

And in those ninety days we got to:
Grow tomatoes, beans, potatoes,
Corn, squash, cucumbers and thyme.
Have barbecues, and a day out on a
Mountain we can climb.

We got to:
Raise some flowers and some pigs
Build a shed and mow the lawn,
Pick blueberries and mushrooms
And go skinny-dippin’ in the pond.

Got to:
Go to the fair, have sex with warm feet
Put up a thousand thousand tons of hay,
Go to some dances out of doors
And cop some rays!

Ow! Ninety days is all we get.
Just ninety days of frost free weather.
And in that lousy, puny, crummy,
Stinkin’, measly ninety days we just
Got to get outside and get together!

I said, I said, we got to
Get outside and get together.

And then at night after we been
Skinny-dippin in the pond
We got to make a campfire
And have a cookout on the lawn.
We got to eat some chicken,
Lie around the fire, drink some wine,
Then watch the night sky let a
Billion, billion stars come out to shine.

I said, OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE!
We just got to get OUTSIDE!
And get together.

 

From Happy Life, forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in September 2011.
Used with the author's permission.

 

 


David Budbill (1940 - 2016) was born in Cleveland, Ohio to a streetcar driver and a minister's daughter. A track star in high school, he worked at a variety of jobs, with a particular interest in social justice and the great outdoors. After obtaining a bachelor's degree in philosophy and art history and a master's in divinity, David turned his focus to words. In the course of his career, he wrote eight books of poetry, seven plays, two novels, two books for children, a collection of short stories, dozens of essays, and the libretto for an opera. He also collaborated frequently with avant-garde jazz legend William Parker. A one-time commentator on National Public Radio's All Things Considered, David received numerous awards for his work, much of which was inspired by the years he spent living in rural Vermont. Learn more about him at www.davidbudbill.com.

                                       

 

 


Post New Comment:
karenpaulholmes:
love this. Sent it to my Michigan sister who definitely related to it! (and I used to live there too).
Posted 06/07/2011 02:54 PM
loisflmom:
As a transplant Floridian who sleeps naked under a ceiling fan much of the year, I DO remember camping in Vermont in August, and being grateful for our Coleman tent heater at night! Great poem, great memory-maker.
Posted 06/03/2011 12:20 PM
mimi:
love the poem, and i'll drink to all of that!
Posted 06/03/2011 06:22 AM


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