This is not a poem to discuss budgetary concerns,
But rather one to embark on a social sojourn.
A humble attempt to perhaps justify
why we Montclairites pay taxes so high.
If it’s a crepe’s that you crave then open your door,
Take a walk to the Plaza and visit Bonjour.
You can shop on Church Street if your looking for fashion,
Or if it’s art’s your after, you’ll find it in Anderson.
If music’s your thing, catch a show at the Wellmont;
Or do some ice skating on the lake at Edgemont.
In my neighborhood, visitors marvel in awe
as artists, scientists, Spiderman, and attorneys at law,
Bang pots and pans at project Graduation,
And cruise in white limos and host weenie celebrations.
The parade and endless parties on the Fourth;
And impromptu dinners together on the Porch.
Journalists, professors, moms, and mimes,
And children running yard from yard, all the time.
Tenors, sopranos, musicians, and restaurateurs,
That’s what my taxes truly pay for.
And would I abscond if given the chance?
Perhaps, but only to a villa in the south of France.
So to my Midland Ave, and dear friends in Erwin Park,
(Please, insert the name of your favorite block),
With some conviction and contentment of heart,
Say with me proudly, Montclair Rocks! Montclair Rocks!
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