Way Up North
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Up North
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2013
I lived
on the prairie,
where the wind
danced through
tall grass
and
windmills -
Where everyone
on the prairie
was living
to survive -
But living
we all did,
it was what
we knew -
One day,
I decided
I'd leave
the prairie,
so I moved
way up north
to Tall Town -
In Tall Town,
folk spoke
proper,
wore
fancy clothes
and
shoes -
The people
of Tall Town
drove exotic
cars,
and
lived in
multimillion
dollar homes -
This is
Tall Town
where everything
they did said,
"Look at me
I'm wealthy."
Tall Town
was no place
for anyone
with less -
Sometimes
less is more -
Out on the
prairie,
we gave more
to the less,
when we only
had a slice
of bread -
We helped
each other
through
troubled times -
I learned a lot
from the people
way up north -
I'm leaving
Tall Town
going back
to my life
on the prairie -
Where the wind
dances through
tall grass
and
where windmills
turn -
Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014
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