Noise all around me
cars whizzing by.
The buzz of a bee
a plane in the sky.
The cry of school children
as they run all about.
I need to escape from
the screams and the sounds.
Quiet in the countryside
rolling fields of pure green.
Wildlife all around me
so much to be seen.
Walking down by a stream
with the wind in my hair.
Watching the butterflies
flit through the air.
(18/06/2007)
Nice. Very lyrical.Is Oxbridge the place for you.There agian going native no parmo's. Nice one Taxi poet.
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I would like to translate this poem
You should write about your future life in North Yorkshire and how near you came to loosing a daughter. C is soooo! glad for you and happy at what you are doing I am glad to be her driver and to see that she is going to be astonishing. Taxi poet