The city was calling

by Teria Westerviller   Sep 7, 2021

Seldom do you hear
the wolves howling at night
since the beautiful moon
is hidden beyond city lights
Card board cut outs
They protect the fields,
since the wild has moved
no more crops to yield
The trees stretched thin
only buildings to see
I cant help but wonder
what its like to float out to sea.
I remember the country,
Since I lived there for years
the corn and the beans
and so little fears
It was nice while it lasted
but the city was calling,
Yet...I cant seem to stop myself
From constantly recalling
The birds in the trees,
the deer galloping through snow
But why I miss solitude
My heart will never know.


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