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.

2 comments:

Juliet Wilson 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.