All Day On The Highway Poem by Francis Duggan

All day on the highway that leads to the big town
The cars and the trucks keep buzzing up and down
I long for the sunlit place of many trees
Where the songs of the birds are carrying in the breeze
The flute of the shrike thrush I fancy I hear
In the quiet of the morning melodious and clear
Amongst the smell of pollution and the traffic noise
Of such a pleasant thing 'tis nice to visualize
Many billions of people in the World of today
Far too many of our kind it does seem that way
Where many trucks and cars are driven noise and carbon release
Five miles south of here there is clean air and peace
In the sun of mid morning the shrike thrush does sing
Just thinking of such beauty joy to me does bring.