The Search Is On
Now it’s time to find a new home
So now we will begin to roam
To taller trees, ‘n meadows green
With only nature, in between.
We’re looking forward to a change
As from the city we will range
To flee the concrete urban sprawl
The joys of nature to recall.
You see we’ve never had a place
To get away from the rat race
Now that we’re older needs are few
The promise of each day is new.
A quiet place to breathe fresh air
The search is on; we must go there.
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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