I can't keep up with this mad rat race pace;
So to the countryside I'll escape.
There amongst sweet birds, fields & flowers,
I'll regain my poetic powers.
During the era of cut throat competition and resultant rat race, periodic escape and respite in company of nature certainly acts as an elixir. Thanks for sharing a meaningful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one, Dominic, reminds me of my poem Away from the Bustle which records a moment away from Philadelphia’s more urban streets to the Schuylkill river trail. -Glen
Thanks once again Glen...I'd like to read your poem.