Oh Take Me To The Open Spaces Poem by Francis Duggan

On the side walks of the City
I see greed though little pity
Hardened eyes and hardened faces
Of all the World's different races.

African, Arabic, Latin, Asian,
Polynesian, Indian and Caucasian,
Young and fit and old and brittle,
People tall and people little.

People young and lean and hardy,
People overweight and tardy,
People aged bent and slow
All sorts walking to and fro.

Oh take me to the open spaces
Far away from crowded places
Far from place of litle pity
From the bleak streets of the City.

To where the voice of joy is ringing
And the wild born birds are singing
And the air is fresh and cleaner
And the World is wide and greener.