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Song Of The City

Song Of The City

My dad,

Planted gardens

Oh yes, he planted gardens.

My mother, brother, sisters, and I,

Helped with the harvest.

Oh me, what a pity?

I longed to live in,

A big city.

I wanted to see tall buildings;

Buildings that touched the sky,

To live an exciting life,

To see and hear,

The rushing of;

People, buses, trains, trolleys, and automobiles.

To hear all kinds of sounds,

Sirens, screams, cries, noise, and loud music.

To see lots of stores,

To walk city streets,

Flashing lights,

Traffic jams,

The hustle and bustle of city life.

The daily race,

The fast pace.

Country living was too slow.

Nothing but trees, roads, fields, and gardens-

When I was a young girl,

I left the old country living.

Whenever I would call my dad,

He'd always say,

"How are things going in the big city?"

I will never forget those words.

I'm a city woman now;

Singing the song of the city.

İOctober 2, 2013 Janet Griffin

Author's Note: Although, growing up in the country,
city life is full of excitement.
I love and appreciate nature.
I believe I will always be a country girl at heart.


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