Out of the City

Right on main street left one block
middle of the road still rocks
but no romanticism other isms
leave them bitter stocks.

Signed off all the shadow streets
now country roads new places

Let me see the long blonde hair
of wheat waving out there
and ride upon the backs of hawks
swoop down to comb the hares.

Rhyme is reason birds of song
resting score lines call 
everywhere the choir sings
I sleep ears to my wings.  

Wind me up and spin me out
a river runs right through here
Let me fish and swim 
grab the rope swings out

opens

ride till half-past nine. 

Let me love you earth of mine
leave you worn out parts
right on mountains

left then rise and start

a little song with leaves and art
endless country plots
spirits court the countryside
so many wide-eyed spots.