Country Wants City? Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

I am living for the day when I hear you say
Come with me my love and let’s run away
Away from the life that we know right now
Far from the homestead and the plough
Off to the city far away from the land
Manys’ the day this wish I have planned
Out into the bright lights and all the glitz
If we go up to London maybe the Ritz
To walk those streets paved with gold
Wonder if it will be anything like it is told
Traffic whizzing all over the place
This is definitely, what they call the rat race
Will we fit in, or quickly get homesick
Maybe we should stay here to romp in the hayrick
Let’s give the city a miss, its better out here
Quiet places to kiss, cuddle, and have a beer
So I will wait on you to make up your mind
But I think we should stay here with our kind