Wednesday, November 12, 2008

City or country life?

Trapped

The elk’s bugle
The coyote’s howl,
Wind blowing aspens,
Seas of green grass,
The great Rockies,
That is what I miss.
The city- too crowded,
Rush of people,
Buildings too tall,
No clear air.
My soul is trapped.
I need silence.
I need mountains.
I have to leave,
To be free.

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