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BIG CITY
Sometimes a big city can be too busy,
Traffic rushing by to make you dizzy,
And you long for the sweet tranquillity
Of the wilderness in all it’s beauty.

Not just the country where sheep and cows
Grazed in the meadow and horses do browse,
But way up north where wild creatures roam,
Sometimes that’s good place to call a home.

But too far away to be a summer retreat,
Too far away from the busy city street,
Living north of nowhere has drawbacks,
Easy and a quick access it always lacks.

So big city you will be sweet home to me,
And I will find my own sweet tranquillity,
In parks by the lake and in Rattray Marsh,
Where the cruel winters are not so harsh.

I’ll wander in areas preserved here and there,
And see the beauty of nature everywhere,
Although the wild north, just like the sea
Calls ever so softly, come dwell by me.

I have lived there and that was enough,
For summers are short, winter is rough,
Food and goods are as expensive as it can be,
Except for fresh fish, you catch that for free.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 February 2004