Suburbia not so Grand

Hate restriction folks endure in Suburbia

She suffers badly from noise and hysteria

Longing to swing in the trees and to feed animals and birds;

Whispering wind in her ears and the barking curs;

Smell the boiling of sugar in the atmosphere;

Hearing galloping sound of buggy in tow by mare

Rural abode so blissfully healthy for life;

Loving the land, its endowments with a good wife;'

And marvel at smiling sky kissing fertile land;

Ponders dilemma, concrete jungles I can't stand.

Not stand on your feet and hear the planet cries out

These litter-bugs they disrupt both in and out, Shout

These people, killing earth, polluters with hard-ears

Polluting, burning and wasting of crops with ashes’ tears
Behold the miracle of creation close-up

Slaving days on plantation no longer pile-up

Now I sit on the porch to savor in the view
Swinging  in hammock with trade winds and sky so blue

The pastures, hillsides and the fields are very green
Now hear this, food for masses to live fat or lean

©Paterika Hengreaves
April 28, 2013