through canyons made of bricks and glass
with one eye on the road ahead
and one eye in the mirror where
I see the road that runs back home.
A country boy am I. I met
the sweetest girl you ever saw.
A city girl is she, but cows
stop mooing when she laughs. Her name
is blowing in the winds back home.
A country boy am I. I know
this will not be an easy trip.
I know her name, her face, her smell,
but not her city, neighborhood
or street. I know the road back home.
A country boy am I. I turn
in canyons made of bricks and glass
with one eye on the road back home
and one eye in the mirror for
the sweetest girl you ever saw.
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DickV - 3 eilanden
The meter makes it for me. Good job. But were I the county boy, I might pay more attention to what the cows think of my city girl! My Magpie Tales this week is In Vince’s Car.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe cows that stop mooing when she laughs is frankly an adorable line.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenClever idea, well worked. I find this impressive and a very enjoyable read.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI liked the meter, the beat of your poem and the hopes and dreams of the country boy.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI'm a country girl at heart who can really appreciate a mighty fine poem .........
BeantwoordenVerwijdereni agree with the others about the way the meter makes this really great
BeantwoordenVerwijderenWhat a lovely treat to hear you read this beautiful piece...thank you Niels...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthis is cool,
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthe first few lines, like them very much.
we all have eyes open for double reasons.