Concrete Jungle

You say concrete jungle? I've never been near
Only tall grasses and green fields here
This delightful place you speak of is unfamiliar to me
It's a place I'd someday like to be

They say it's a place where dreams are born and even torn,
Torn apart and never spoken of again
If it so happens to me,  my journey must not end
I'll skip home down south where my heart can mend
And come back stronger to challenge this concrete jungle again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Carrillo Avatar
January 28, 2014 at 11:22 PM
I like your poem. It reminds me of a book I have. ( All concrete and No Mud. ) Welcome to To The Soup.... Lucilla
Lamoureux Avatar
November 8, 2012 at 4:27 PM
Don't rush to leave the tall grasses and green fields. Not a bad place to make a life. We seem to always want the opposite of what we are blessed with.
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June 2, 2012 at 6:34 PM
Hello, Ashley, that concrete jungle sounds to break or get in to,, sounds like a grassy protecting itself from the outside world. A place where if you get in all life will be a challenge again and again,, love your poem.. hugs,,pd
Burch Avatar
June 2, 2012 at 12:36 PM
:-) well done Ashley! no place like home for making everything right again...especially in the south ;-) big hug, love deb
Harrington Avatar
May 29, 2012 at 11:40 AM
Your braver than me, I like the grasses and fields. LOL. Nice one...Tanya
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