City Line

City life is concrete,

So, grey and dull.

The cars honking in the street,

Bus and trucks’ constant lull.

The puffs of smoke rising up,

Making my throat itch with a cough.

All the streets smell alike,

Of garbage and muddy piles.

People walk with hands tucked in,

No jolly face can be seen.

The people are waking but the city is still sleeping,

In a heavy slumber, so noisy and deep.

Oh! How I wish, that I can be 

Off to the Prairies,

In a jiffy 

Far away from this city, that smells,

Of bricks and gravel and lead.

To the green meadows far & wide, 

In Nature’s beauty, like a healing light.