City Traces (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Sun, 25 Aug 2013
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The nest of a falcon,
pigeons galore,
squirrels collecting
and burying their store.
    But we miss the high hills,
    and the countryside sound,
    and pine for vast views
    of sky and green ground.

A crack in the concrete,
a venturesome flower,
ducks on a pond cheer
a lonely lunch hour.
    But we miss the soft treading,
    in mud, or on grass,
    we’re weary of landscapes
    of concrete and glass.

Flower beds, window boxes
soon yield soothing hues,
and glimpsed urban foxes
can enrage or amuse.
    But we miss the big spaces,
    and nature in tangle,
    while enjoying town traces,
    we crave rural jungle.

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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Like it.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Elsie. I'm glad. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Though we often long for the countryside when having to settle for town, if we look closely enough, we see nature breaking through all around, and its true. Thank you for reminding me. 'A crack in the concrete, a venturesome flower,' - loved that. And I liked the rhythm of your poem, too.

 

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Bee. I was reading Elsie Katz's poem on the IP earlier, and was reminded that our use of images and pictures of nature also cheer the city exile times! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Good morning Rhiannon,  you describe the comparison between the town and countryside really well in this poem. Thank you for sharing this beauty.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thank you, Jenny. I did enjoy writing this one. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I'm with you, that although appreciating the little bits of nature that you can see in cities, there is nothing like living next door to nature in the country.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, again, Jean. Appreciate the tastes, but enjoy the fullness when we can! (and the quiet!) Rhiannon