Suburbia! I Think It Time to Praise
21st Century
Suburbia escaped me when I wrote.
An unintended slight, I should explain,
I've lived here long and put it in my vote,
Despite the city's population, pain.
The country, farms, were fodder to the Muse,
And cows not cattle set the rural scene,
And forest stretching distance fed its hues
To measure out the glades of treasured green.
And yet suburban contradictions kept
Me from returning to familiar fold,
And urban constancy made sleep un-slept,
So here I am suburbanite, and old,
Amid conflicted contradicted ways,
And yet against the contradiction, praise.
DayPoems Poem No. 2287
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2287.html">Suburbia! I Think It Time to Praise by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
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