Song Of The Sage Poem by Kim Barney
Song Of The Sage
I've been to New York City;
I've been to London and Rome.
I've been to Buenos Aires,
But the desert is my home.
Chorus (to be sung after every verse) :
Give me the sagebrush prairie;
Let me live there on the plains,
Among the quail and lizards,
Where it very seldom rains.
I've lived there in Grand Junction,
And I've lived in San Antone.
Instead of being crowded
I'd just rather be alone.
(Chorus)
I need no supermarket;
I just need a little store.
Just food and bottled water,
I can't ask for any more.
(Chorus)
Don't need to play my I-Pod,
Just hear that coyote howl!
Listen to the nightingale
And the singing of the owl.
(Chorus)
I've lived in some big cities,
But give me a LITTLE town.
NO town is even better;
The prairie won't let me down.
(Chorus)
To be in the heart of Nature far away from the howling cities is in a way blissful, though limited be the amenities there! A poet needs quiet and peace where he can listen to the sounds of the woods and prairies! Lovely write!
i hope the prairie never fails you, and no rabid skunk ever assails you. If the 'little store' is closed for lunch, around back you'll find cacti...... on which to munch. :) bri now i'll gladly put your poem into November showcase, Section A, and send to MyPoemList. thanks. i like it btw! bri :) details: are deserts, plains, and prairies all found in one small area? is the title's Sage the plant or the author? i like how you used the slang name for San Antonio Texas in order to make one of your fine rhymes!
I like how you caught on that the word SAGE has more than one meaning. I'll let you decide which one I meant. Thanks for the comment.
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5/3/2024 9:04:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
life amidst chaos and being materialistic, but in the hearts of all; your works are like a fountain of fresh breeze, kissing the fragile face with love, is a serene beauty of work, though i missed your work, like to read soon all of it, thanks dear poet