I want to climb the hillsides
And to see each wondrous view,
And find the peace I long for there
It's all I wish to do,
I want to walk down winding lanes
And to see the lands of green,
And to smell the pretty flowers there
And breathe the air so clean.
I just want to change my world
I need a brand new start,
And leave the strife of city life
A country boy at heart.
I want to cross the meadows
And to see the woodlands grow,
I want to find serenity
Wherever I do go,
I long to see the rivers
And the gently flowing streams,
Which sparkle in the sunlight there
Within a place of dreams.
I just want to change my world
I need a brand new start,
And leave the strife of city life
A country boy at heart.
I want to see the wheat that blows
Within the fields of gold,
I want to find the freedom
And the treasures there untold,
I want to hear the birdsongs
In early morning skies,
And to witness every sunset
And to watch each dawning rise.
I just want to change my world
I need a brand new start,
And leave the strife of city life
A country boy at heart.
Andrew, I really enjoyed reading this so very much as the imagery is so perfected, that you actually can see the hills, and feel the tranquility..... Very good, and ever so gently penned.... Bonnie
An excellent read, Andrew. I share your sentiments. I've always been a country boy at heart, myself. Tremendous poem. Thanks and best regards. A-10- Richard
Verily, a very adventurous poem with full of imagery, Loved reading it..........10
Very slickly done Andrew - I loved the writing and well know the sentiment! I'll be reading more of your poems! Well done!
The imagery in the poem is awesome! ! ! ! Feels like I'm somewhere in Scottish highlands! ! !
I know what you mean.your poem makes want to 'home' to wild woodlands of Northern California..I love the peaceful pace of the country..a ten! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Andrew This is such a delight in every way as well as one in particular. My husband is a country boy at heart and he yearns for the rivers, the trees, to be carefree and share the bonding of country folk. Your poem just lilts along lifting my spirits and my dreams too.....Karin Anderson