Beyond

Beyond the city lights, villages, towns and burrows. Beyond fields of sweet clover, and brightly flowered meadows. Beyond the evening news, filled with politician’s cries. Beyond all the hate, fear, hostility and lies. There exists a place, beyond those green rolling hills. Where apple pies cool, on open window sills. Mothers kiss their children, fathers teach them life. Kids respect their parents, men respect their wife. Where the worst thing to happen, is when children playing on the lawn. Venture out of the yard, after the streetlights come on. That place does exist, it has never gone away. I go there in my sleeping dreams, at the end of every day.