The Peace I seek

 The Peace I seek

I loathe lies, dislike deceit

I hate the noises of the street.

Prefer the peace of lonely lanes

the honesty of fresh spring rains.

I shun pollution -- the traffic roar

Raucous cries -- down town stores.

The mish mash of the market place.

The hassles of our sad rat race.

I’m off to where the grass grows green

‘pon the flower strewn bank of some placid stream.

In the shade of willows I am going to lie

while cotton wool clouds go drifting by.

And there in the country I will close the gate

on all the thing I have learned to hate

and slowly, in love with my mate

find the peace I seek and rusticate.

27 Oct 1998 by Hillie Feldman