City Bound
When I look across the yard and see
wooded hills and a cold running stream
It is hard to think about those kids
that think Mother Nature is a dream
I pity the child who’s forced to play
on cold cement and bare brick playground
Where weeds growing through the thick asphalt
is the only nature to be found
Their swimming hole a broken hydrant
some have never seen a blade of grass
They only glimpse the blue light of day
through boarded windows with cracking glass
The fruit they eat is a box of powder
their veggies have a metal pull tab
The trees they climb are empty stairways
their grass is just a hot concrete slab
At night the sounds of nature for them
are police sirens headed uptown
Their autumn leaves are just life’s refuse
lying scattered about on the ground
I should value this country life more
stop my whining and shouldn’t complain
how humidity ruins my hair
or the ground is so muddy from rain
Thank the creator for the blessings
that he saw fit to bestow on me
How I do sorrow for the children
that do not have it as good as me
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