Summer in the city
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bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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Summer in the city

by bernardtwindwil

I drive toward the city at dawning

Due to the hour, I'm yawning

Twenty miles out I am at a dead stop

I wallowing in polluted slop

Cities contain the centers for health

A massive agglomeration of wealth.

My alternatives are few out in the boonies

I am forced to deal with all of the loonies

Oh look, I sense that the cars are creeping

The joy inside from this has me weeping

I can't wait for this ordeal to be over

Then I can return to my trees and clover

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a year agoReply
This is lovely :) I never realized how much I didn't like living in a city because I never actually acknowledged that I always lived somewhere smaller.

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a year agoReply
It's not until you are forced to encounter all city life has that you appreciate country life. Reminds me of trips to the city with my parents.

a year agoReply
You convey that feeling so eloquently i get a headache just thinking about going to the big smoke