We can all relate to this short poem by Nixon Waterman. There are times when we all need to escape the busyness of the city and enjoy the peace of the country, the peace of nature surrounding us. The only sounds you hear
are the wind in the trees, the songs of the birds. Relax and just watch the clouds go by! While the city has its benefits the country has many also! Reading the poem brings memories to mind.
Another poem you may enjoy by Nixon Waterman in which he writes about the
noise of the city and the dreams of the country.
A Dream At The Desk
Poet: Nixon Waterman
Chained to a desk, a slave, I dream
Of the good old days of yore,
And I see the boundless glow and gleam
Of the broad, blue skies, once more.
And the rare perfume of the clover-bloom
And the scent of the new-mown hay
Seem faintly caught in the sweet dream brought
From the years of the far-away.
The roar of the busy, babbling town
Which long my soul has heard,
For just one fleeting breath I drown
In the song of brook and bird.
My ledgers fade to glen and glade.
And fields of corn and rye.
As I catch the joy of a careless boy
From a dream of the years gone by.
I shall sometime flee from my prison cell
And its narrow walls of gloom;
I shall quit the noisy town and dwell
Where the sweet wild-roses bloom.
And I'll trade my care for the meadows fair
And the drowsy croon of bee,
While I hold as mine the bliss divine
A dream has brought to me.