Gen Too Excessive A Greed? Poem by Mill Field

When I visit the city, which sometimes I must,
I don't like the heat, I don't like the dust
And as for the traffic's hullaballoo,
It gives me a head-ache which shoots through and through.

In some compensation for this much ill-feeling,
A city can offer much that's appealing;
I quite enjoy searching for things that I need
And is billberry ice-cream too excessive a greed?

But really I'm glad, and think it a treat,
To get back to the house and put up my feet;
Adjust once more to a season's flow
And follow the trail of a meteor's glow.