The Envelope Saturday Night

I would away from the city street

     With its gloom and its noises rife,

Out into the country pure and sweet

     Out into the simple life.

I know there is rest and quiet there,

     And peace, and pure delight;

But one thing I’d miss and miss for fair –

     The envelope Saturday night.

One can raise so much on well tilled soil,

     So many choice things to eat;

Cucumbers to slice and cabbage to boil,

     The squash and the blood-red beet.

One can raise so much on his garden patch,

     And eke, a good appetite!

But out of the soil he cannot scratch

     The envelope Saturday night.

We would all away from the city’s gloom,

     From the noise and its grimy air,

Out, out where the tangled meadows bloom,

     And the world is sweet and fair.

But we stay and stay as the years go by,

     In the thick of the city’s fight,

Just to feel the touch, and I wonder why,

     Of the envelope Saturday night.

April 13, ‘10

“envelope Saturday night” - pay for the week