The Unfamiliar city air
The Unfamiliar City Air
It is rush hour in the city
Not a place I am familiar with, it is no pity,
We all walk together,But I am alone,
do they seee it in my face
that I am unknown?
Or do they think I am one of them
one of there own?
Fields are replaced by wet pavements
the cold winter air bites
shop windows in spectacular arrangements,
Gleaming christmas lights,
But they do not appeal to me much,
not like the views at home,
The tree's,leaves, air awaken me with just one touch
With nature I am never alone,
And as I walked through Grafton's bustling street,
I yearned so much for my quiet tranquil town,
Were you pass one another and greet,
with a smile, never a frown,
I am known in my home place
I am a person and not a shadow that walks past,
And that is how I would like it to stay
I have figured it all out, at last.