I crave to walk and see the trees
in all of their seasons
Green grass, the cool air on the face.
I don't need a reason.
The country folk are nature's people.
Rosy, healthy and free.
Pale city cousins are complicated,
nervous, irritable you see.
The city is full of the noises of cars,
the trains and people
the country has birds, cows and
the odd church steeple
City cousins rush to and fro, with
a frown on determined face
Country folk are early rises,
sing and work at their own pace.
Towns; the cities and the Capital are
full of the man made things
Seaside; country and mountain tops
are created by God not beings.
City has noise of trains and sirens.
It smells of exhaust, oil and dust.
Ambulances; fire engines; horns;
traffic lights. They all turn to rust.
There will be man made inventions,
that will replace our nature soon.
the computer will replace human,
now rockets have landed on the moon?
Now there are frozen corpses in refrigerators,
in store for some new cure.
Has Mankind lost their reasoning?
Does he think he is God and so pure?
Mankind has forgotten that he is not immortal.
When you die, you are dead.
The Soul will leave the body not required and
goes to Hell or Heaven instead
Anyway who the hell wants to be frozen and
be bought back to life a zombie?
Twenty to fifty years later, all your friends
have passed on, alone you will be.
Your brain would not cope with new inventions.
Everything would be strange
The Modern way of life would be foreign and
quite out of your minds range.
The automobile would have gone, replaced
by strange transport run on vacuum
Your holidays would be to the Moon or Mars.
your brain would have a tantrum.
Future City folk would be far too complicated
with inventions from out of space
They would be creating a false new World and
the hours of time will soon race.
All that I want and desire, is the peace in the
country that is fresh and green
I hope to pass my time doing many things,
surrounded by pure air that is clean.
A special time in my world of silence and peace,
to write poetry; do craft and paint
To Spin sheep's wool and weave colourful carpets.
Surrounded by love and not hate.
Think a for moment. To just having time to sit in
the shade of an old willow tree
To be able go fishing; to have picnics and swim
with friends; That is the life for me.
To be able to grow your own organic vegetables
and have many flowers in a garden,
to have many a good book to read; no bother of time.
No burdens nor a worry laden.
The way of the busy City life is not for me, for
I am a country person at heart
For I am a lover of mother nature.
So I will have a country grave when I part.
(When living on your own, you have lots of time to think and argue with your own reasoning. It helps to put it down on paper in words. You think you are going crazy with so much time on your hands to think. This is a little peep at how the imagination and brain works.
This poem was written in 1974 while living in Wellington and I was very home sick)
in all of their seasons
Green grass, the cool air on the face.
I don't need a reason.
The country folk are nature's people.
Rosy, healthy and free.
Pale city cousins are complicated,
nervous, irritable you see.
The city is full of the noises of cars,
the trains and people
the country has birds, cows and
the odd church steeple
City cousins rush to and fro, with
a frown on determined face
Country folk are early rises,
sing and work at their own pace.
Towns; the cities and the Capital are
full of the man made things
Seaside; country and mountain tops
are created by God not beings.
City has noise of trains and sirens.
It smells of exhaust, oil and dust.
Ambulances; fire engines; horns;
traffic lights. They all turn to rust.
There will be man made inventions,
that will replace our nature soon.
the computer will replace human,
now rockets have landed on the moon?
Now there are frozen corpses in refrigerators,
in store for some new cure.
Has Mankind lost their reasoning?
Does he think he is God and so pure?
Mankind has forgotten that he is not immortal.
When you die, you are dead.
The Soul will leave the body not required and
goes to Hell or Heaven instead
Anyway who the hell wants to be frozen and
be bought back to life a zombie?
Twenty to fifty years later, all your friends
have passed on, alone you will be.
Your brain would not cope with new inventions.
Everything would be strange
The Modern way of life would be foreign and
quite out of your minds range.
The automobile would have gone, replaced
by strange transport run on vacuum
Your holidays would be to the Moon or Mars.
your brain would have a tantrum.
Future City folk would be far too complicated
with inventions from out of space
They would be creating a false new World and
the hours of time will soon race.
All that I want and desire, is the peace in the
country that is fresh and green
I hope to pass my time doing many things,
surrounded by pure air that is clean.
A special time in my world of silence and peace,
to write poetry; do craft and paint
To Spin sheep's wool and weave colourful carpets.
Surrounded by love and not hate.
Think a for moment. To just having time to sit in
the shade of an old willow tree
To be able go fishing; to have picnics and swim
with friends; That is the life for me.
To be able to grow your own organic vegetables
and have many flowers in a garden,
to have many a good book to read; no bother of time.
No burdens nor a worry laden.
The way of the busy City life is not for me, for
I am a country person at heart
For I am a lover of mother nature.
So I will have a country grave when I part.
(When living on your own, you have lots of time to think and argue with your own reasoning. It helps to put it down on paper in words. You think you are going crazy with so much time on your hands to think. This is a little peep at how the imagination and brain works.
This poem was written in 1974 while living in Wellington and I was very home sick)
When you have lived in the country and ran around in your own world as a kids, free of Boogie men and predators. Moving to a big City is daunting enough without having bounderies put on you. "Don't go down that street at night." "Never walk in the park on your own." Hell and this is is 1970's
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