Crédits photo : Johnia! (Flickr)
Are you a city slicker born and reared in the country? A country boy or girl living it up in the city? Country born, country stayed or city born, city to this day? Much is to be learned from both sides of life. The sleepy country side isn’t for everyone nor is the flipside, hectic city life. One may seem pale in comparison to the other so venture forth seeking the brightness of each. If you live in the country, take time to visit the city. If you live in the city, get out into the country for rural goodness.
Life in the City
Welcome to the city!
May I show you around?
A concrete jungle
It has long been called
A mighty fortress
Towering, stone-walled
Glaring, surely blaring
Sights amid sounds
All around the city
Hold you spellbound
Daytime, nighttime glamour
Makes you feel like new
Singing, dancing, engaging
Nothing you can’t do!
Hustling, bustling city squares
Crisscrossing asphalt streets
Coffee shops by the dozens
Invite strangers to meet
Spectacles, smells, odd routines
Invite strangers to stroll
Events in a city park
Offer a grassy knoll
A haven for many
Sin city to a few
Life in the city
Never bids adieu!
Welcome to the city!
Ready to wheel around?
Hail a taxi
In a heated rush
Paint the city
With your own life’s brush!
©2015 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
Quote for the Moment: A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again.
—Margaret Mead (American cultural anthropologist, 1901–1978)
Have you ever felt like walking directly into a picture? The image being so clear, so persuasive you actually felt the scene? It could be you’ve imagined a setting from books or magazines you read or heard described. What drew you in could be the pleasantry of the landscape, the land, the horses or the people. The image became so implanted in your mind nothing could stop you from searching for such a place. You drove, drove, drove until you found it! Maybe after reading that will be the guidance you need to seek your own spot in the countryside.
Countryside Manner
At dawn beads of morning dew
Dance across spiders’ webs
Reflecting the rising sun
As pale light strokes the sky
An oratorio of frogs
Birds, mammals, creepy-crawlies
Generate the essence of song
Bringing on a tender sigh
Wide expanses of green-on-green
Adorn the rolling country hillside
With wildflowers, gems of beauty
Joining the horizon’s edge of blue
Just up the road two horses
Grazing alongside a field of buttercups
Look upward toward earth’s edge
In the forefront of the panoramic view
A wooden farmhouse in the background
Stands naked within the scene
Surrounded only by fields of green
Serene, natural beauty
An old country farmer
Plowing his corn field nearby
Reflects on life’s duty
With a swift wipe of his brow
Chickens scatter noisily
As eggs are carefully gathered
The plumpest of the plump hens
Tries to escape supper somehow
Such is the countryside manner
Where thoughts lost in daydreams
Leave imagination unbound
On wings completely free
Holding hands, shoulder-to-shoulder
Sittin’ upon the grass
Bears glory in the countryside
Now that’s the place for me!
©2015 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
Quote for the Moment: When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself —Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!
—Henri Rousseau (French Post-Impressionist painter, 1844–1910)
So, what is your side of life…city or country?
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