Tuesday, 19 September 2006

Escape by Gerald England

It is necessary
every once in a while
to escape
from the oppressive closeness
of the city;
to take a bus
away from the city
to a small village
up on the moors' edge
from where
I can walk up
into the hills
where there is
no roar of traffic
but the rippling of a stream
Though the city
is but a mere
bus ride away
it could be a million miles
for here is not the solitude
of the city,
which is loneliness,
but the solitude
of the country,
which is freedom.

Gerald England, Hyde, UK.


Crafty Green Poet said...

I think most city dwellers can relate to this poem and the contrast of the loneliness of the city and the freedom of the countryside.

Jim said...

Well sung contrast too, I could hear the sound change.