We set out in the Spring =
With a trunkful of books about everything.
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is.
We cut down some trees and trailed our ideals
Through the forest glade.
We dammed up the stream and the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we made.
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land.
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat.
You fed him by hand, then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed, while I wrote.
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around.
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day.
Then the leaves all fell down,
And the crops all turned brown. It was over.
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp.
The kids caught bronchitis,
The space heater ran out of diesel,
One weekend a friend from the east
(Rot his soul) stole your heart.
I said, =D2Fuck it then, take the kids back to town,
Maybe I'll see you around.=D3
And so leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain,
Taking only our stash,
Left our litter and trash
And set out =
On the road again.