I, Being a country lad, being it is nearly Christmas, I thought,
To take a trip today would be an adventure.
I checked the fare of bus and train, times to leave
And return, and found differences to small to mention.
But then, I found conveniences differed, I won’t go
Into that. Hotels and motels were taken in advance;
I checked in and dumped my baggage and walked
Outside to look around. There’s nothing left to chance.
Christmas lights are everywhere, in trees, on posts, barring
nothing. Store windows touting big sales
One should not miss. Littering is prevalent, some
Just don’t seem to care. I’ll get back to my tales.
Then I mutter to myself, am I being wise?
I’ve scrimped and saved for just this alone.
Tho the city disappoints me, perhaps I will
Stay a while to see, before, I head for home,
What this metropolis has to offer I don’t
Already have. If the sun shines here,
Will it twinkle like stars through the leaves
Or, if it rains, will drops be as angel tears.
A soft voice seems to whisper, it’s time to go.
Do not get swallowed up by make believe
As have others in a hustle bustle life and find
In the end, it’s offerings, just a leaking sieve.
The trip back home is pleasant as it always is for me
It matters not where I’ve been or who I went to see.
The road may be graveled, potholed and bumpy,
But to me and mine, it’s home, as it will always be.
I be a country lad and proud of all I see, and it’s free.
There is no garish lighting, I look any way at all
And see sky high tall tree timber ~ no lights ~ but
My home, my family, my forest land, is my all.
I like to think, God set it all aside for me.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E Frost
December 7, 2011