Big Country
Buried by the concrete
Hard and cold upon my heart
Steel and glass are fractured
Forever stealing sun
Strangers will not look at me
Fearing desperate smile
Friendship eludes me
While people protect their own
I desire Big Country
Where the air is fit to breathe
I desire Big Country
Why did I ever leave
Children playing in garden’s painted
On walls of burdened schools
Offices where people sleep
Eight hours a day…minimum
Gridlock leaving city
Asphalt trails distract
Fumes, the fumes
Abusing my lungs, fogging my mind
I desire Big Country
Where Mother Earth does reign
I desire Big Country
I'm missing home again.
2011~Natasha Head
Hard and cold upon my heart
Steel and glass are fractured
Forever stealing sun
Strangers will not look at me
Fearing desperate smile
Friendship eludes me
While people protect their own
I desire Big Country
Where the air is fit to breathe
I desire Big Country
Why did I ever leave
Children playing in garden’s painted
On walls of burdened schools
Offices where people sleep
Eight hours a day…minimum
Gridlock leaving city
Asphalt trails distract
Fumes, the fumes
Abusing my lungs, fogging my mind
I desire Big Country
Where Mother Earth does reign
I desire Big Country
I'm missing home again.
2011~Natasha Head
Comments
As everything you said is true and I enjoy your country view.
The city is just strange altogether, no matter what type of weather.
Protecting your own seems about right, as they hold on very tight.
Umm You didn’t leave, so what’s this tale you weave?
If Stewiacke’s a city, then I’ll do a little ditty.
Yeah that’d be an ugly sight, even in the dead of night.
But the country is much better, as you state in your letter.
For dealing with all this crap, makes one want to go to a different place on the map.
One day I hope to get out of this hole, where I have to stroll.
So I give a clap for a very nice little rap.
Enjoyed the read, sent it to my twitter feed.
Now I go, watch more stupid snow.
And have no doubt, there will be idiot drivers about.