I hear the groans from the street below
As awnings crank, tires screech and go
The blare of morning is all around
And crams the air with its frantic sound.
Oh how I miss the silence and peace
That once I knew on a distant beach
But like the mouse in the country bred
I thought I’d try the city instead.
Oh silly goose, what did you not find
You left the calm of your life behind !
Claire V. Bogdanos 