The Country And The City Poem by Michael Walker

I thought I saw her in a field of flowers,
Lying underneath pillows of cloud.
I went to spend with her all of my hours,
For she was soft and sweet, not loud and proud.

I saw her sauntering between the streets
Under the neon lights and billboard signs.
Her eyes shone brighter than a thousand fleets,
Her voice was smoother than a thousand wines.

Let us escape into the country,
Let us leave the city far behind,
Let us forget them all, all and sundry,
For what is out of sight is out of mind.

The city may be where the people play,
But the country is where the people pray.