Escape Poem by david lessard

Let's get out of this lifestyle- I don't like the heat,
I don't like the noise, of the city's inner beat -
Let's get out of this place, I don't like the air -
The traffic is a mess, let's go anywhere!

Let's get out of town -
I'm tired of desert places -
I want to see some green
and some different colored faces -
Faces that are pink and bright,
from the crisp, cold, winter's day-
Where the snow is gently falling,
I've a need to get away.

Let's go the land of plenty,
where the seasons always change-
Let's pack our things and move,
from this arid ground and range.

Let's see some trees with color,
in the autumn of the year -
Let's see some brooks and streams,
Let's see a few wild deer.

Let's go to a quiet setting,
and get away from noise,
Let's sit on a quiet hillside,
enjoying the peace that it employs.

I have this restless urge to wander,
far away from city lights-
Far away from its pollution,
to the clear and starry nights.

Where I can see the heavens clearly,
walk down shady, country lanes-
watch the rain for hours and hours,
hearing music on the windowpanes.

I have a need for changing sesons,
I have a need for clean, clear air-
I have a need for going somewhere,
It can't be too far, from here to there.

I hear the call of cool winds blowing,
My needs, I guess, were always so-
I hear the lure of mountains calling,
I must not linger, my soul must go.

Go- to where the air is fresher,
Go- to where the waters flow-
Go- to where the meadows beckon,
Go- to where the four winds blow!