Life in the country is a pleasant experience.
Pure smells and soft sounds fill my senses.
Growth fills my world with hope.
Blue and green are all around me.

Life in the village is different.
Houses are large and trees are small.
Gardens spread as the village expands.
Their flowers are painted like a rainbow.

Life in the city is busy.
Giant buildings overlook narrow streets.
I only find freedom in a park.
The urban steel and brick are hidden there.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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